Zack Hill by John Deering and John Newcombe for September 28, 2022

My Uncle described a remote hill in the Nevada desert where he wished his ashes to be spread. He started out as a cowboy at 14 near that location. His instructions were right to the letter including the ledge that over looked a small valley. RIP Joe.

I recall an episode of Family Matters where Carl mistakes the cremation urn of his wife Harriet and sister-in-law Rachel’s aunt Clotilda for a cookie jar. He noticed it perched on fireplace mantel and accidentally dropped it in a trash can of fireplace ashes when daughter Laura greeted/startled him when he came home from work as she entered the room.

I used to sell funeral prearrangement. One day, during a presentation, a couple informed me that they already had access to an urn. It was a heavy iron flask that had been left behind by the previous residents of the house they lived in. They had been using it for a door stop for many years before someone happened to look inside to discover what it contained…

Who put your father in the cookie jar?

Who put the cookies in your father’s urn?

I always remind my daughter that I want to be stuffed and kept on her coach with a remote control in my hand.