Author: Leonard Cohen
I always joke with my sister that she has to promise never to let me be buried in the groundwhen I die. I ask that she have me cremated and put my ashes in a Miracle Whip jar (not mayo) and then drive down the road (knowing my sister, it will be at 90 mph) and throw them out so that I will become the dust on windshields of cars that will carry me to all corners of the world! My mother worries about my soul . . . I thought this quote provide the answers to that problem!
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