Disneyland as a final resting place-

[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

[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.

[Kevy Baby]

Originally Posted by Snowflake

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.

We have the remains of two of our cats sitting on our mantel. Small plastic bag (for each) in a small wooden box.