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Cremation and cemeteries

 BEAR:  Maggie donated her body to science, didn't she?

HOOKER: Right. And I plan to do the same. You have a problem with that?

BEAR: No, no. If you were being cremated, I have a horror story for you. Might affect where you wanted your ashes scattered.

HOOKER: What's the story?

BEAR: This happened to a friend of my son. When his mom died, they scattered her ashes in her favorite fishing hole down on the Applegate. Ten years later his sister died in a car crash, and she wanted her ashes spread with her mom. So he drives to the Applegate to do that and the fishing hole is gone. They built a dam!  My son says his friend rented a boat and tried to figure out where the fishing hole might be but finally gave up and just scattered the ashes in the new lake.

HOOKER: Ouch.

BEAR: Moral: spread your ashes someplace that is going to be around for a while. Or get buried in a cemetery. You can't get more permanent than that.

HOOKER: Which is your choice, I presume.

BEAR: Of course. Right next to Liz. Already paid for.

HOOKER: If I wasn't donating my body to science, I think I'd go with this new "green burial" I read about.

BEAR: I've read about human compost. No thank you.

HOOKER: Not that. Doing nothing to the bidy, no chemicals and such, and burying it in a biodegradable shroud.

BEAR: Cemeteries have a very long history. If it isn't broke, don't fix it.

HOOKER: Spoken like a true Republican.

BEAR: There is no Republican party any more.

(End)

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