This post from Deidra Alexander’s Blog cracked me up. I had a similar experience with my grandparents. I’m closing comments today, so head over to Deidra’s and enjoy the laugh 🙂
How My Sister Became a Cannibal
My Grandmother wanted her ashes spread over a field of blue bonnets. So after she was cremated, we set out to find the perfect place. It became somewhat of a contest.
I have four sisters and two brothers. Cell phones at the ready, we all set out like it was some kind of race to find the perfect place. Pictures flew of green fields with a smattering of blue. None were considered worthy of Grams.
The hunt continued some good contenders were found, but nothing quite right. One of my brothers even submitted a dense patch of blue in the median somewhere along highway 67. Be real Bro. Who wants to visit Grams along a busy stretch of country highway?
Source: How My Sister Became a Cannibal