Darling, I know I've told you for years that in the event of my untimely demise that I want my ashes scattered in the Blue Lot or under our tree at the Scarlet Walk. Well I've changed my mind. Just flush my ashes down the freaking toilet. And if I should pass before a coaching change is made, you don't even have to cremate me first. Just stick my head in the bowl and flush.
Tenderly Yours,
Dave
Tenderly Yours,
Dave