When in my 20s, a buddy of ours passed away. His parents-had his ashes in an urn on the mantle. Whenever we were over there to visit his brother, Bill became our ashtray and we'd flick our ashes in with his. (We never put the butts in. We were sure he had his own somewhere mixed in there 'cause he could often be a real asshole.) ------- His parents would sometimes get pissed when we'd offhandedly mention that, "Bill seems to be gaining weight."

Art Thieme