A few years ago,a wealthy,land-owning "Field Sports" enthusiast,on going to the Happy Hunting Ground, had his ashes loaded into a cannon,and,in front of a large audience, his Earthly remains were fired from the terrace of his country house into a nearby copse from which he was wont to flush out, and terminate,pheasants.
         It was somehow rather satisfying and comforting to think that this final act may have provided some small measure of digestive relief,in the form of gizzard grit,for those survivors of his former sporting endeavours !