My wife worked as a traffic control person (flag-floozie) on a highway construction job last summer. She had many wild stories to tell. This is one.

She stopped a guy (older gent) driving a big pickup pulling a large 5er. Not a lot of traffic, so she got to chatting and asked him how his vacation was going.
"Just great, li'l lady. Just great. We're enjoying it so very much."
All through the conversation, he kept saying "we", but my wife couldn't see anyone else in the truck. Towards the end of the chat, she asked him why his wife was riding in the trailer.
"Oh, she's not in the trailer', he said.
Then, picking up a lovely ornate wooden box, he says,"She's in here. She passed away a bit back and we always wanted to take this trip, so I brought her along for the last journey."

How touching.

She told me I would be surprised how many times this happened that year.

 

3 that she told me about. And it's only the ashes, not the whole corpse.

 

kinda feel bad for the guy.

 

You know, this reminds of a little story...

Late in the summer, we lost our school secretary to a brain tumor (lovely lady, early 50's, lived a couple blocks away from me). She had been discussing with me how she and her husband really wanted to get away with a popup trailer and go see the west. Things at work kept piling up, and she expressed her frustration at not being able to get away. She went home early on a Friday in some pain, and by the next day was diagnosed with the tumor. They went into surgery on Sunday, and she never regained consciousness. Passed away 10 days later.

I guess the point is, I could see this lady's husband taking this trip, and being that guy with the ashes beside him.

RIP Maria.

 

One of my golf budduies died about 4 years ago. It was a sudden thing, anuorism (spelling), he was only 62. Half of his ashes were spread down the fairway on the toughest hole at the club where we played, and half at the football field in Lincoln, Nebraska. He was a Husker through and through. all his golf attire, bag, etc was Husker decorated.

 

All touching stories, but I can't help but think how many spouses are in a cardboard box on the return trip after letting the pilot back that new TT, 5vr, or Class a, b, or c into a tree while backing into a camping site......

Other than hanging out around a boat launch for a good laugh, sit in a campground on Friday evenings and just listen to all the yelling!