I don’t remember this but according to my dad…when I was five years old, my grandfather died.
He was a keen sailor and wanted his ashes scattering at sea. So my Grandmother, my dad and I went out on a boat to scatter them.
My Gran held up the urn and turned it upside down for the ashes to fall on the water. When they’d all poured out she let the urn fall in after them. At which point I exclaimed:
“Grandma, you shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“You could of used it next time.”
Apparently this cheered my Gran up no end on what was otherwise a very sad day.
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