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Originally Posted by Dawgluver
Mom's in a cardboard box. My sister gets to transport her to her final rest. Just hope she doesn't mistake her for Lucky Charms!
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When my frist husband died, he had stated many years earlier that he wanted to be cremated and his ashes sent to England. His oldest son wanted to take care of that. So I let him. Well, he was cremated, but his ashes are in a small cardboard box with his name on it. So today, he sits in Spike's front closet up on the shelf still waiting. When Sandy was alive, she refused to go in that closet. Then one day in the midst of an argument, she told Spike to go and take his father with him. He went to stay with my sister. He put his father up in the attic at my sister's house.
Fast-forward ahead a couple of years. When my sister was cleaning out the attic she picked up a small cardboard box. She shook it and heard some rattling. (There were little pieces of bone mixed in with the ashes.) She went to take off the cover and saw "Cremains of ..... She dropped that box in a hurry, flew down the stairs and called Spike. Screaming, she demanded that he come and get his father. So he did. Well he carried him around in his work van. He kept him on the passenger's seat. He would warn folks not to sit on his father when they got in the van. After a few folks refused to ride in the van with his father he brought him inside. He is now safely back in the front closet.