In one of his last lucid moments my grandpa Dee was talking about his post-mortem plans. He was to be cremated (as I will be) - and we talked about taking some of his ashes to Japan, where he had spent many years. So, though it's been 5.5 years and I haven't made it to Japan as of yet, I have his ashes on top of my dresser in a cute-as-hell urn. I might be greedy and spread only half the ashes I have.
Well, that is if I can get past security.