I want my ashes to be scattered together, at land or at sea. I don’t want the ashes to be separated or parceled out. I don’t want to be left in an urn or box to become a disposal problem for future generations. I don’t want to eternally be wasting a plot of land with a gravesite. I don’t want my son to have a place to be obligated to visit. Burn me, scatter me, move on.