I've told my kids that I want to be cremated, after the doctors have used whatever parts of my body I'm through with, then I want my kids to hurl my ashes at whatever neighbor I'm mad at at that time. The rest I want put in the mountains in Yosemite where my late DH and I back packed on our honeymoon. Or else in my dear Milton, WV hills where I spent my childhood, wondering over those green, green hills.