Disneyland as a final resting place-

[Nephythys]

I admit it- this is my plan as well. I have told my family I want to be cremated and a small amount of my ashes sprinkled at each Haunted Mansion in the world-

Thought this was a fun little article.

Visitor Sprinkled ashes on Pirates?

[Snowflake]

Read about this on Mice Age.

One would think she couls have been a bit more discrete about the spreading of the cremains!

[Capt Jack]

I still have my wifes ashes and have considered doing so many times. however its surprising how much there really is of those kinds of remains.

I may still, but anyone who knows or finds out will do so after the fact.

[Snowflake]

Well, on reading the report on mice age, I wondered, how in the heck did she get through bag check with a bag of cremains?

I remember when we picked up my friend Gene at the mortuary to take him out for a final lunch at his favorite restaurant. I opened the box to transfer the urn to another container, not realizing the plastic box was the urn, the poor cab driver howled with laughter as I exclaimed out loud, My God Gene, you look like a bag of Johnny Cat. He did, too. After 15 years in our dining room, we spread him in Golden Gate Park last year and said farewell one last time.

[Gemini Cricket]

Originally Posted by Capt Jack

I still have my wifes ashes and have considered doing so many times. however its surprising how much there really is of those kinds of remains.

I may still, but anyone who knows or finds out will do so after the fact.

What if you scattered some of her ashes there and the rest in other places that she loved? That way she'll be in all the places she held dear to her.

[Nephythys]

My thought is small vials-inch high or so. Fill each one with ashes and then take it to the parks around the world- don't drop them in the ride itself where they would eventually get swept up or something like that- instead palm the ashes and let them drop in the queue- like the gardens.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

This is one of those that my dad heard about and asked me if it could possibly be true.

[Capt Jack]

Originally Posted by Snowflake

I remember when we picked up my friend Gene at the mortuary to take him out for a final lunch at his favorite restaurant. I opened the box to transfer the urn to another container, not realizing the plastic box was the urn, the poor cab driver howled with laughter as I exclaimed out loud, My God Gene, you look like a bag of Johnny Cat. He did, too. After 15 years in our dining room, we spread him in Golden Gate Park last year and said farewell one last time.

you just reminded me of when I called the mortgage lender to have her name removed from the deed. when I told the poor lady on the other end of the line "I need to have my wife taken off the deed to the house" she responded with "well, we'll need x-form filled out and signed by her as a release of interest, and it must be notorized (blah blah)"

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.

oops. poor thing probably still has nightmares over that


as far as spreading the remains I always envisioned the same deal used in "The Great Escape" for spreading the tunnel dirt above ground. (which was also suggested to me by the mortician oddly enough) a small bag down the pant leg, a string release, just walk around, pull the string and just sort of let them spread out.

dunno. doesnt actually feel like something I need to act on immediately

[Gemini Cricket]

I've already made plans with iSm and zappp to have at least some of my ashes scattered somewhere outside of the Mansion at DL.

[Snowflake]

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.