My dad was a avid woodworker for most of his life, he made a beautiful wood box out of Birdseye maple years ago for his ashes to be put in. My stepmother hates that box, and has always been vocal about it, the week before my dad passed she bought a double wide urn to put both of their ashes in..
I walked into them having words about who goes in what and where they both end up.
He was not happy with what she wanted to do, I listened for a few minutes and leanded over my father and said I'll take care of it Master Chief.
Later the at night he asked how I was going to take care of it, and I told him she had to be dead also and it was I who then determined who went into what box and where each box was to end up.. He laughed and told me, my ashes and my ribbons and metals go in that box I built and go to the farm and put her where she wants...
Aye,Aye Master Chief...
Fun Facts:. Third to last thing my father said before death, I was showing him a few pics of my son at basic that were posted on a few Facebook groups,,,,.
He shook his head and stated,,,, " Another ####ing Marine "