Bro-in-law, heavy smoker all his life, was diagnosed with lung cancer. (Surprise!!)
As he deteriorated he constantly told his wife, “You’re going to be a rich widow one day.”
She finally got sick of it, and called a funeral home to visit him at home.
He wanted no memorial service, so he was privately cremated. (Wife didn’t even attend!)
A few weeks later she hired a party boat, invited all their friends along and headed out into Western Port Bay, where they scattered his ashes at his favourite fishing spot.
Job done!
Ps. I discussed with my oncologist the possibility of leaving my body to RMH for cancer research. He said they already have more bodies in cold storage than they can use.
So it looks like I’ll be planted in the local cementery... not for quite a while, I hope!