I think that is a beautiful story... with just a little wicked humor when the late coming lady asked about whether your husband died!

Oh, what a great idea, to let another critter use the urn.

But yeah - I busted a gut when I got to the "not yet" part. hehehe

Fabulous!

Priceless! Great sense of humor!

Great come back line! I wish I could have seen her face.

Great! I like that idea. I should let my dog "run" too. I have my beloved dog Amos's ashes is an urn. Not so sure about my Mom's though - she sits on the mantle LOL, there is room inside for 1 more - hope its not me. My sister Marjorie said she wants to go in with Mom's ashes but the urn is heavy now as it is and I told Marjorie (jokingly) I wasn't going to be toting her extra weight around when I have to move Mom's urn when I decorate the mantle for Christmas. Took me years to be able to move the urn and I would get my niece to do it. I knew what my Mom weighed in life, I didn't want to know how much she weighed in death. My brother said I am collecting the dead.

My sister was just cremated. I don't want to ask my niece what happened to her ashes. I offered the use of my Mom's urn. I was hoping they would sprinkle them in the river behind her house but my sister was adamant she wanted her remains to be put in the garbage. I don't want to know that. Lizzie said she wants to go to the landfill so one day she may become a park. My sister had a sense of humour. She wanted her obit to say 2 words Lizzie-Dead of course we didn't do that.

Another funny story about the ashes. We have a beautiful waterfront park. One day this family came down and from what we could see opened an urn and sprinkled the ashes on a bench along the river (probably the dead person's favourite bench). The family stayed for a few minutes, said a prayer then left. 10 minutes later a couple were walking and decided to sit down, they brushed off the bench not knowing it was someone's cremated remains they were sitting on.

Anne

Oh my gosh Dotmom that was hilarious and heartwarming all in one! I enjoy your stories. Leaving the urn for another critter was a great idea. I doubt I would have thought of that.

I remember when a GF's father died and they finally got around to disposing of the ashes. Her brother had them and we made the trip to Grand Forks, ND to get rid of them. It was a windy day... does anyone see what *might* be coming??? Well we got to her brother's place and they had decided to dump them in a little river nearby. There was a nice little bridge across it and they went out onto it to dump the ashes. Now, most people understand the concept of "you don't spit into the wind", right? Well here's these two reasonably intelligent people facing into the wind and she's about to open the box and I was standing a ways away from them to give them some privacy. I knew what would happen and yes, the demonic possessors said, "where's a camera when you need it" but I couldn't do it so I yelled "hey, uh, *wind*!" and pointed and about 3 seconds later it hit them both (figuratively). So they turned around went to the other side, and leaned over. Now I'm probably still blamed for this, but the one thing nobody could really count on was a swirling wind and probably there was some impact of the winds hitting the bridge because this cloud of ashes swirled up in the air a bit and circled around a bit! They didn't get covered like they would have but they did get a little remembrance.

On the way home I simply commented that her dad just wanted to hang around with her a little longer... which went over like the Hindenburg.

dotmom, love the story...priceless.

What a terrific story!

A funny and heartwarming story.....

I love your story; I'm going to suggest it to my daughter for when her beloved German Shepherd dies. (She's already got ashes on her chest of drawers from her first Shepherd, who had to be put down a few years ago.)

Love that story!

Before my brother died, he told us that he wanted to be cremated, and he wanted my Hubs and me to take his ashes to Hawaii to be scattered. He didn't want to be scattered in the ocean around the islands, he wanted to be scattered on the islands.

Luckily, Hawaii has a wonderful attitude about scattering cremains.

Anyway, because Tony's ashes were going to be scattered, he didn't want us to spend the money on an urn -- we just got the ashes in the "fake wood" (plastic) box that the crematorium puts them in. We were flying to Hawaii (naturally), and of course I planned on having the box of ashes in my carryon bag, but it didn't feel "right" to put Tony through the X-ray machine. So, I asked for my bag to be hand inspected. I asked for a hand inspection when we left California, and at every island airport when we'd transfer to another island.

Everything went just fine except at one island airport. When the guy inspecting the contents of my carryon looked at the box, he asked what was in it. I replied, "my brother's ashes." This poor guy got the most surprised look on his face and he literally jumped backwards about three feet. Like Tony's ashes were going to bite him or something! He called a supervisor over to ask what to do, and the supervisor just shrugged and said, "let them through."

This was in March 1995. Apparently some of the TSA rules have changed things... Back in '95 I was both glad that the airport personnel were always respectful of the fact that the box contained my brother's ashes, but at the same time I was concerned that no one even asked to open the box (the ashes are in a thick plastic bag inside the box), because a person with bad intentions could have hidden all sorts of stuff (gun, explosives, etc.) in the box. Now, from what I undersand, they will open the box and inspect the contents.

Thanks Dot...I'm cleaning spewed ice tea from my screen...but what a great laugh I had...i think it was the perfect answer and I wish I were that quick witted!

I think it's great you gave "Cheyenne" the opportunity to run and let someone else inhabit his urn...

LOL at the 'not yet' part. Nice story too.

Wonderful story!
Thank you for sharing.

What a heartwarming story, Dotmom, Cheyanne is running free. I did giggle about hubby!!

I love your response and would have loved to see the look on the woman's face when you replied "not yet".

I hadn't noticed the date ... and thought, "Seems to me that I've heard that story before" ... I had the reply figured/remembered before it came. But still enjoyed it.

When I think of how many times some people say that it's not a good idea to bring old stories back to life ... think of how many smiles (and slopped on computer screen) would have been missed today if this one hadn't been.

And I'm all a-twitter wondering what the offending message may have said.

Quiet, Ed - behave yourself!

ole joyfuelled ... with a bit of fun found in retreaded (good) stories

And Joyfuel, also too it was a pleasant surprise to see a posting from our good friend, the late/great Dotmom. She's missed.

Yes, Cynic, it was a treat to see her post, even outdated..

I never knew dotmom but my eyes filled with tears when I realized that one of our departed members had started this thread.

She was a sweetheart.

ole joyful

Another here who had a smile when seeing dotmom's thread. She was a sweetheart indeed and I miss her.

Yes, I think my greater pleasure in reading this funny story was that it was from dotmom!

Me too. :)

I still have half a container in storage...half went to my mother's family's plot in her home town and the rest were to "join my father" in the desert outside los vegas where they lived...we've never gotten out there...I've wondered if we could pay to have it done, but how do you mail that??