I remember holdin’ on to you All them long and lonely nights I put you through Somewhere in there I’m sure I made you cry But I can’t remember if we said goodbye But I recall all of them nights down in Mexico One place I may never go

Ashes to Ashes from Meghan Tansey Whitton on Vimeo. “On August 12th 2012 our family spread my dad Don’s ashes two years after his passing at some of his favorite beaches on the tiny island he lived and loved on with my mom Sue.”

  Christopher Harris Some time this evening Christopher Harris will deliver the following speech to Woodstock Town Council, calling upon it to strike out its requirement that the interment of his father’s ashes be superintended by a funeral director. Here’s another example of someone tenaciously pursuing the rights of the

  Today’s theme is ashes, by the way. In her brilliant book Making an Exit, which not nearly enough of you have read, the author, Sarah Murray, plans her own dispersal. First, she wants to be resomated and reduced to the pure white ‘ash’ characteristic of the process. What next? Scattering,

  Posted by Sue Gill   We’ve been to some truly awful funerals and I’m sure we’re not alone in that. Sometimes the ceremonies were healing, but more often they were formulaic and irrelevant, and we left feeling sometimes angry, sometimes guilty, frequently in despair. That’s what compelled us to write