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My father and I had that conversation many years ago. He sat me down in the dining room and placed a shoe box between us on the table.
As he began to remove the lid, he stated that trash collection was Thursday mornings. From inside the box he pulled out a 1.5 inch wide PVC pipe with caps at both ends.
He ordered me to cremate his remains, pour enough of his ass-hes into the pipe to fill it, and whatever was leftover to toss out Wednesday night. The pipe was to be buried at the location where first wife was laid to rest.
His ex absolutely despised him. As I believe in spirits and allowing the dead to RIP, I chose to not disrespect the ex by burrowing his ass-hes into her grave.
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