My father died at the peak of the COVID restrictions, so I sent his ashes to be buried with his late wife. He wanted the ashes of his four cats buried with him. I asked the cemetery manager about it and was told to send them, but not to indicate what they were in any way. I said they’re “keepsakes” right? “Right”, she said.
He was such a dick for most of his life I was tempted to put all of the ashes together and shake well, and see what Jesus could make of the mix in the next life.
