In New Brunswick, Canada, ashes must be interred... greedy bastards. First time I knew someone personally that had chosen cremation was my brother. We both loved being in the woods. It was July and it was hot. Whilst Bro was being buried near the edge a large tract of woods with mostly spruce trees nearby (read "rather boggy"), I couldn't help but think, "At least you won't have to put up with these ******* mosquitoes." Rather difficult to mourn, show respect, and swat skeeters in a three piece suit in the blazing sun.