off topic and worse, while my xh worked in a crematory/funeral home, we had the agreement that he wouldn't run my ashes through the 'vibrator' (the thing that vibrates the still-whole chunks into dust) and he'd just put me in a photoshopped Jiff or Skippy jar labeled "Here lies Aryn- Chunky Style" etc, so it (the label) looked real, with all the 'fine print' being things about me and my life. If I die before 40, I still want that... after that, I might want more respectable disposal of my mortal coil, but I want it to reflect my dry, icky sense of humor in life.

ok, back on-topic.