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From: Philip Nasadowski on 1 May 2010 14:25 In article <7d3987c9-4478-46af-9abd-c1bd020fa290(a)37g2000yqm.googlegroups.com>, Greasy Rider <bill27612(a)gmail.com> wrote: > http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/28/funeral-home-poses-shooti_n_555556.ht Actually, if you've ever been to PR (and if you've not, I highly recommend it *provided* you get out of that shithole that is San Juan, and avoid the silly cruise ship stuff), this wouldn't strike you as too unusual - IIRC, in cultures down there, funerals are less somber things and more celebration's of one's life. The one or two processions I remember passing by in Juncos were quite noisy. I think 1/2 of the world's subwoofer production gets shipped to Puerto rico...
From: Curly LaJolla on 3 May 2010 09:48 >>>http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/28/funeral-home-poses-shooti_n_... >> My family thanks you, Greasy. I was considering having that done to >> me when the time comes... but seeing it changed my mind! >I want my ashes scattered on Mount Mitchell (highest point east of the >Mississippi) on the east side so I can watch the sun rise each day. >Greasy "When I die don't bury me, don't cry for me at all. Put my ever lovin' laughin' bones in a jar of alcohol, Hey, hundred proof alcohol." - Hoyt Axton -- Curly LaJolla BS#107 AH#117 2004 FLHTPI Cop Bike The party never ends!
From: Curly LaJolla on 3 May 2010 11:42
"Jordon" wrote > Did that with a friend of mine. I took my portion to Sturgis, > put the ashes in a helmet, climbed as high up as I could in a > tree at Eagles Landing campground and hung it from a branch. I carried my dad around in the trunk of my car for six or eight months. One rainy Sunday, after Ironhorse and I had visited an Easyrider's motorcycle show, I realized that I was pretty close to the old farm where I wanted to dump dad's ashes. Took a drive out to Salmon Creek, which bordered the old property (and where we had scattered my mom's ashes) and parked the rig. I got dad out of the trunk, cut open the bag and waited for a lull in traffic. The lull never came (the area has really built up from when they bought their place back in '82). I got tired of waiting so I just walked out onto the narrow bridge and started dumping the old man into the creek. A large gust of wind came up and blew him all over me. Spitting and wincing, I emptied the bag. I can only imagine what the people driving by were thinking about some TLMF throwing white powder into Salmon Creek. I didn't stick around to find out. I threw the empty bag in the trunk and high-tailed it the hell out of there... mission accomplished. -- Curly LaJolla BS#107 AH#117 2004 FLHTPI Cop Bike The party never ends! |