(Via the Drudge Report)
Mountain Man (the guy who really needs to get back to his blogging) and myself have occasionally discussed how we want things handled in the event of our death. I figured on shooting at my range, followed Skeen Burgers on the grill and appropriate beverages for all participants, in lieu of the usual funeral or memorial service. If someone wants to have the preacher say some words before the fun starts, that's fine by me. Heck, maybe the radio club can operate a special events station--W4GUN, perhaps?
I have long since decided to be cremated, although the question of what to do with the ashes has been a bit of a quandary--no urn on the mantle for me! I had finally settled on sprinkling some at the range, some at the golf course, and anything left over in the woods behind our house if we're still living there. (Yes, I'm aware that there are BS "legal niceties" about such things. In a way, this is my last way of telling our government to go pound sand.)
But now, some of me can truly go out with a bang. I just wonder if I can get the range to relax the prohibition on Class III guns for an afternoon--because I'd damned sure love to have it done via Tommy Gun!