Four siblings living in four different Country’s, wanted his ashes.
So to appease. He separated then into Five different. Match Boxes.
And sent Four Par Avion .
Keeping one. In a “Cat Match Box”, stuck under the dining table.
Every time He Hiccupped. Another Hiccupped. From under the table.
The Cat had. ‘In Di Gest Ion’ Also.
You’re right … apparently this is she … or the horse at any right. Now residing in her living room.
She’s an old Apprentice celeb. Sounds a bit bling bling to me or am I being insensitive and lacking compassion…
You live and learn … Florence Nightingale had her pet owl stuffed, apparently.
And Charles Darwin’s pet raven, now stuffed, lives in the British museum.
I want my ashes spread at the Wild and Rugged Strathy Bay where Dageus and I spent lots of time playing and exploring the caves. It was our favourite wee cove.
Not sure about that swimmy. The lawn at the scattering areas of the crem looked pretty lush, so I’m sure you’ll create rebirth, albeit in the form of grass seedlings.
It’s spooky to think that some recipients of organ transplants claim to take on personality traits of the donors too. Shifts in personality. Food fads etc etc.