My father was cremated. We took his ashes to his beloved Lyme Regis where there was a small brass plate affixed to a seat in the cliff protection shelter (basically just a public seat at the edge of the promenade). We discreetly scattered some of his ashes around here, his four children, 95 year old older sister, spouses and grandchildren, nieces and nephews and I chuckled, as he would have done, as a couple of strangers went about their afternoon strolls with a little bit of jinx (his nickname) on their shoes. We scattered the rest on the beach into the breeze. There are some great photos of us casting Jinx to the wind. It was a truly wonderful weekend.