During the Reagan administration, there was a ceremony at a cemetery in Bitberg, Germany, acknowledging the sacrifices of the non-Nazi WWII-era German soldiery. This was very important to the German government, as a symbol of getting past all that in the modern era.
Then they discovered that, in one corner of the cemetery, several SS soldiers had been buried, and a not-that-minor flap ensued. As I recall, the ceremony eventually did come off. I think they covered those graves and did the commemorating from the other end of the cemetery.
Personally, I thought they should have had the ceremony near the SS graves, and afterwards, all of the dignitaries would walk over and piss on them in unison. But nobody asked me for advice at the time.
My father was cremated - great. During the course of the wake we went off somewhere to scatter his ashes. Many of his friends attended including several of the fellow perverts. I suddenly realised I wanted to be the first to get my hands into those fucking ashes, I dug in and chucked a goodly handful to the wind. All at once I felt a total revulsion - here now I had the bastard all over my hands, I dusted them off in horror. :eek:
A friend, let’s call her Sue has written into her will that should her ex-husbands current wife be still alive at the time of Sues demise, provision should be made for said wife to dance on Sues grave and she has set aside a suitable sum to provide for the musical accompaniment.
Sue is a fantastic dancer, so when the new wife tried to curse her with the ‘dance on your grave thing’ she embraced it. In fact we suspect the wife will do no such thing, so should I be available I’ve agreed to … dance on my friends grave! :D:D
One of my favorite moments of the television show “Northern Exposure” was when Ruth Anne was having a birthday, and was getting depressed because all her friends were gone, she was so old, etc. Ed takes her up the mountain to show her the present he got her: