My Mother-In-Law died last year. She died while we were taking her father's ashes out to sea. I think it was the grief that killed her. We were both named executors of the estate. She had a house in Cartersville that was filled with stuff. We left alot of the stuff in there as incentive to sell the house. We sold it right before the housing crash. Her last wishes were to have her ashes mixed with those of her favorite cat, who died not too long before her, and scattered over the Atlantic in the same place as those of her folks. We finally did that last week. In the last two years, we've had the dubious honor of handling the cremains of three people, and one cat, not to mention witnessing the slow death of a loved one with a confirmed case mad cow disease. I feel like a different person. I sincerely hope we get a break from death for a while.