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Cremation.
My father died when I was a baby, and he is buried between my grandmother's house and my aunt's house in New Jersey. When I was a teenager I would spend hours there listening to my boom box and smoking cigarettes. It was a sad, depressing place. Every time I return "home" to NJ it's the very first place I visit. We usually land at JFK or Newark, and my father's garve is on the way to where we usually spend time at in NJ.
I don't want that for my kid. Cremation and then bury the ashes at sea in Hawaii at Waikiki Beach where we have a condo. Done. When my kid comes to "visit" me she can have fun at the beach instead of a freaking cemetery.
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