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Zooks story about his mum reminded me of my own ashes, which some day my wife, children, or whoever may have to decide what to do with. Maybe I should give them some ideas that appeal to me now. A handful in a couple different rivers, some in the ocean surf. Sprinkle some on the grave of my dad, and perhaps my own mum will be there next to him by that time. She's still kicking pretty good now, though not kicking me in the head like Ocm?'s mom. He probably deserves it.
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