Thursday, November 8, 2012

Holy Smoke!

The guy sitting next to me just said "Holy Smoke!" to show his surprise at something and it made me wonder, what is the derivation of that phrase? So I Googled it and I found out the origin here but more importantly, I found the site My Holy Smoke.

I thought this was so original and such a healthy way to honor someone who would appreciate "one more round of clay targets..." as their site says.

The ConceptSeveral years ago I was talking with my friend and co-worker at work one evening. We were discussing the passing of one of our relatives and the topic of conversation turned to our own demise and whether we preferred burial or cremation.  I told my friend that I had some cost, waste of space and ecological issues with burials and that I thought I wanted to be cremated and in some fashion, have my ashes tossed into a river or spread through the woods.

My friend  smiled and said "You know I've thought about this for some time and I want to be cremated. Then I want my ashes put into some turkey load shotgun shells and have someone that knows how to turkey hunt use the shotgun shells with my ashes to shoot a turkey. That way I will rest in peace knowing that the last thing that one turkey will see is me, screaming at him at about 900 feet per second."

I realized that my friend was describing almost exactly how I wanted my ashes to be spread.  How perfect to have my family and friends honor me by using shotgun shells with a little bit of my ash in each one.  Whether my shells get shot at sporting clays or live birds or put on the shelf, even in death I could be ecologically sound and useful.

From that statement, we started a company that can take your or your loved ones ashes and produce an eco-friendly way  to spread or use those ashes while conducting a favored activity.
With care and reverence, we can place the ashes of your loved ones into almost any caliber or gauge of ammunition. 

I plan to donate all my organs to anyone who wants them but I still get a bit squeamish about donating my whole body to science.  The thought of some medical school students digging around in me is too much bear.  I know this is immature but I can't get over it. 

What do you think?