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Volume for your beloveds remains and the cremation urn that will keep them safe is measured in cubic inches, or CI. It’s very simple to figure out how many cubic inches you will need in order to properly store and memorialize the special place they will always keep in your heart.

As a general rule of thumb, just take the weight of your beloved and keep the same number, while changing the measurement from pounds to cubic inches. In other words, if your loved one weighed 120 pounds, then you will need a cremation urn with 120 cubic inches of space.

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I’ve attended more than my share of funerals and memorial services over the last couple of years. As a result, I’ve compiled a list of questions that I’ve overheard and which I don’t think are appropriate for such solemn occasions. Here’s the list in no particular order:

.01 “Can I have his bass boat? I’ll pay you for it of course, but I’m sure Steve would have wanted me to have it at a very reasonable price. After all, we’ve been friends for all these years.” This question to the widow of a fishing buddy of mine is not altogether a heartless attempt to get a good buy on a boat. After all, the departed had recently installed a new depth finder and sonar equipment! Better still, dear old Steve’s memory would be fishing along side us when we hit the crappie beds in the spring.

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I’ve attended more than my share of funerals and memorial services over the last couple of years. As a result, I’ve compiled a list of questions that I’ve overheard and which I don’t think are appropriate for such solemn occasions. Here’s the list in no particular order:

.01 “Can I have his bass boat? I’ll pay you for it of course, but I’m sure Steve would have wanted me to have it at a very reasonable price. After all, we’ve been friends for all these years.” This question to the widow of a fishing buddy of mine is not altogether a heartless attempt to get a good buy on a boat. After all, the departed had recently installed a new depth finder and sonar equipment! Better still, dear old Steve’s memory would be fishing along side us when we hit the crappie beds in the spring.

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