There's a small rural cemetery near Boise on land that was homesteaded by my great grandfather. He sold an acre to the county about 1903 for a cemetery. It's a public cemetery but I'm related to half the people in it. They allow up to 4 urns to be put in each plot so we've all agreed to be cremated and buried there to get in as many as possible. I have a nephew who's a potter. He's made a bunch of urns for the family over the years.


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― George Orwell

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