When I'm finally made into ashes, I would like to be spread into Heal's Eddy, a little bay at the mouth of the Kennebec River, where my Uncle Ted Stewart's ashes were dispersed. He was the family patriarch for many years and we all really respected him. Still do. On his day of consecretion, his ashes seemed to glow in the middle of the bay and six seals circled him and welcomed him to their world while a piper played tunes on the shore. That was the most heartwarming scene I have ever witnessed in my life. I hope I have seals at my consecretion.

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