Monday, March 31, 2008

Makes my day!


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Posted by Buckles at 3/31/2008 01:24:00 PM

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

In my Fathers will...I recieved the ashes...with orders to distribute him around the country at places he liked or would have liked....He rode in the pick-up for 3 years...till this winter when I moved him into the trailer....He is 3/4 full....I guess I need to pick up the pace and start booking more places he would have liked!....Jim Zajicek

31 March, 2008 13:33
Anonymous said...

My mother-in-law specified that her ashes be scattered around her favorite places in New York City... That led to furtive day spent mixing ashes in the soil around the landscaping at Lincoln Center, dribbling a teaspoon here and there on the carpets in Carnegie Hall, scattering a half a cup in Riverside Park, in Prospect Park, and on the subway tracks under Grand Central Station. The coup was hitting the potted plants in the Plaza and in the restaurants she really liked. When all was said and done we realized that we'd forgotten Katz's Deli on Houston Street, and Radio City Music Hall. I'm pretty certain that's the first she'll bring up in the after-life.

31 March, 2008 13:55
Down the Road by Jim said...

" Simple , Economical , and Dignified" --- That would make a good motto , or mission statement for my blog !

31 March, 2008 14:10
Buckles said...

Bucky Steele always said that he wanted his ashes fed to his elephants.
He was of the opinion that the charcoal was a good cure for worms.

31 March, 2008 17:43
cwdancinfool said...

My mother lived in Hawaii and made all her own arrangements. My brother, sister and I went out there, picked up her ashes from the funeral home (in a plastic bag in a gold box), took them to the glass bottom boat she had reserved, and scattered her ashes about 1 mile out of Lahaina harbor as they played Hawaiian music and we tossed out flowers on the water. We will never know how she arranged for the 2 dolphins to escort us back to shore.

31 March, 2008 18:07
Anonymous said...

If I ever have a Tombstone....I would Like "Who booked this Stiff" above my name........Jim Zajicek

31 March, 2008 18:47
Anonymous said...

Less inpact on the environment?
No wonder that natural gas prices are out of sight.
I would like my ashes to be scattered on a fair grounds in Indiana, but I can't remember the name of the town. They had one of the nicest county fairgrounds that I have ever seen.
Bob Kitto

31 March, 2008 19:50
Anonymous said...

Trust them with your remains? They couldn't even get your name right, Willaim.

31 March, 2008 20:20
Anonymous said...

Buckles,

In light of your "Makes my day" posting:

My father, Bill Powell Sr., is in a jeroboam (4.5 liters) of Chateau Talbot vintage 1951 and resides on the shelf overlooking our kitchen. His prized Dallas Cowboys cap tops off the bottle.

The bottle of fine wine, along with a great meal, was a gift from the late Allen Bloom.

This classic claret, a Grand Cru Classe from the St. Julien appellation in Bordeaux France, was consumed at Bern's Steak House in Tampa, Florida on Tampa May 19, 1983 - two days before Sherry and I were married. There were about 10 people in attendance that evening. Needless to say a good time was had by all.

We kept the oversized bottle as a memento from the occasion and we eventually placed it on the shelf above the kitchen as decoration.

Thirteen years later, in 1995, as my dad's illness progressed he and I discussed the inevitable. We were sitting in the kitchen eating dinner (in later years he enjoyed red wine with meals). I posed the question of how he would like to 'go out'.

He paused for a moment, took a sip of wine and said "cremate me and put me in that bottle up there on the shelf."

So there he remains!

:-) bp

02 April, 2008 09:52

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