Currently, my will has a request that they be scattered on top of a hill in Virginia where I spent several summers working in the company of good friends and nature.
Once the SO and I make a formal commitment, I’d like to change it to along the lines of what my parents requested. Once both are gone, they want their ashes mixed together and spread in the woods.
On a slightly morbid yet humorous note, a niece and I moved in with Mom when she broke her leg in order to help her out while on the mend. Mom is a bit of a pack rat, plus she is losing her eyesight, so we started going through closets in an attempt to help her out. One day, niece Alex walked in with a black plastic box and asked, “Grammy, what is this?” Mom’s reply, “That’s your grandfather.” Fortunately, she didn’t drop the box. Otherwise, his remains might have gone into the Hoover.