I come from a family that strongly believes in cremation rather than in burying fancy coffins. My ashes will someday be scattered in the Minnesota north woods that I love to explore [unless I misbehave, in which case my wife threatens to put them in the cats' litter box].
The happy picture above is from the Telegraph (U.K.) (via Arbroath). I'll let them tell the story...
When Peter Hodge learned he had terminal motor neurone disease, he requested his remains be mixed in with the special groundbait he used to catch fish in his local river…
After his death last month he was cremated in a wicker fishing basket coffin, and his ashes were mingled with 30lb of fish food.
Mr Hodge's widow Caroline and daughter Sally were the first to catapult balls of the bait into the River Huntspill to signal the start of an angling competition among Mr Hodge's friends.
Mrs Hodge, 56, said: "Pete always said that when he died he wanted his ashes to be mixed in with groundbait.
"He wanted the fish to gobble him up so he could swim up and down the river after his death…
Anglers traditionally keep the content of their groundbait a closely-guarded secret. The mixture often contains maize, hemp and soya, along with chopped up worms and biscuits and is either catapulted into the river or attached to a line.
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