I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. --Salvador Dalí
The cremains came in a bag inside of a box made of corrugated plastic. His mother and I split the cremains in the parking lot of a seedy motel. My half went into a big gulp or similar cup until I got them into his water bottle (it is a nice metal one, not like a plastic disposable bottle).
Step one: pour beer down the drain
Step two: enjoy some apple juice
Step three: have a huge glass of water
My son is in his water bottle. Never bought an urn from the crematorium.
Xenial
I have a kid that was born in 99, every year i am reminded how’s long ago it was.
Mr fancy pants over here with his two buttons
Was there a question?
Was that her policy on sex too?
Edit: a lot of people without a sense of humor in this thread.