Scene: Driving from a doctor's appointment to soccer practice.
Myself in the front seat, 10 year old girl in the back.
Out of nowhere...
Girl: Do you miss Elle?
LF: I do.
Girl: What did you do with her body?
LF: I had her cremated.
Girl: How do they do that?
LF: Same way they cremate humans.
Girl: How is that?
LF: How do you think they do it?
Girl: In a furnace?!
LF: Yep.
Girl: And where do you keep the ashes and stuff?!
LF: She's in a box that sits on my nightstand.
Girl: Oh my GOD! Next time a kid asks you should just say you buried her in a graveyard or something!
Lesson learned.
Bahaha! My parents had our first family dog (huge black lab named Bob) cremated. The ashes were in what looks like a cookie tin. I definitely opened it hoping for chocolate chip. True story.
ReplyDeleteWhile in collegem, o to meet boyfriend's parents at his childhood home. Childhood favorite dog "greets" me from the mantle of their fireplace, where he remains to this day as far as I know, stuffed in perpetuity. Needless to say, I vote for cremation ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh my. You crack me up.
ReplyDeleteI always tell R that Max's wishes are to be stuffed and kept in the living room. Possibly converted into a stylish coffee table.
ReplyDeleteI love that you had her cremated. in the midst of moving to Nashville less than 24 hours after milo died, I didn't even have time to think about it... but all things considered, I'm glad it happened when I was home, and I was able to bury him on my parents' land with our childhood pets. I love that she's with you still though. and I love that you just GET it. thank you for always supporting me through losing him.
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