Ah, Where Did I Put Those Ashes?

As always the BBC have found a unique, non-mainstream but inherently interesting little story or discussion, here It centres on what people do, or do not do with their relatives ashes. The interest is that you, certianly I, presume that they all get collected afterwards by the relatives. This though does not appear to always be the case. The idea that you walk out of a crematorium, thinking to yourself;


'Well, I have my umbrella, the wallet is in my pcket, the children are behind me...so, what have I forgotten?' Seems a little strange!


It also hadn't crossed my mind that those that do wish to be cremated, can at times not specify what they want doing with their ashes. I have discussed my options earlier in the blog's history. I believe a nice pencil set was my choice. One of the people interviewed say that they tend to get scattered in the garden of remembrance. This was the case with my grandad I seem to remember, but it is an interesting point. I don't think I would like this.I would rather be somewhere I enjoyed going. I do not as a rule visit the local crematorium for its views, so I guess that would be ruled out. 


It does provoke some thought as to what your relatives would like, which begs the question how do you broach that?


Over the breakfast table, while sipping the coffee I can imagine something like;


'Have you been to the new visitor centre at that park. It's very nice, it's quite near that lovely cedar tree.'


'Yes, it is quite pretty'


'Would you like me to toss you all over that when we have you cremated? Have a think, don't need to answer now!'


As your relative goes quiet! and you sip, loudly on your coffee wondering if that was the best opening gambit.