My SIL's husband was a bit of an A-hole and she'd considered divorcing him many times. He died in his 40's from an aneurysm. He'd been very ill anyway and requested that his ashes be tossed to the wind from the top of Flattop Mtn near Anchorage where they lived. She climbed up there and gave him a toss. A wind blew the ashes right back up in her face. Most of him ended up going down the shower drain into the Anchorage waste treatment plant. This was before I met my wife so I didn't know him but from what I've been told, it was a fitting end.
