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Originally Posted by Capt Jack
my response (and honestly, without meaning to be a smartass...just my state of mind at the time, I suppose) was "Hmm...thats going to be kind of tricky. Shes locked in my safe at the moment."
a "gasp!" and echoing silence was all I could hear for the longest time. next voice I heard was her supervisor.  |
That's a great story too! Ha! I can well imagine what she thought.
Alternatively, my little boy cat, Dancer, the crematorium sent me this wooden sarcophagus (quite pretty actually) with his cremains, and a beautiful card. As I had already picked up a brass urn for him (and one for his sister for when the need arises) I took a screwdriver to the bottom and opened it up to transfer and was surprised at the size of the sarcophagus compared to the little tiny parcel of what was left of my little boy. Practically blasted into nothingness. They both get scattered with me, wherever, whenever I go.