Great story. I still have my mother-in-law's ashes somewhere. Or at least, some of them. My father-in-law wanted both of them buried in three different places. My husband and I couldn't decide what to do with her ashes. They were in a box we couldn't pry open. Should we drop them in the lake? No, they might wash ashore and her name was on the box. It could be traced back to us. Bury them somewhere. No, we couldn't decide where. So there they sit, probably in the garage.