So I said to my highly attractive co-worker, "Yeah, I think I'd like to be cremated too. I don't know about having my ashes spread over green fields and the ocean and whatnot, though. I think I'd rather be kept in an urn or something, but with a curse put on it so that I could return if certain conditions were fulfilled. For instance: If it snowed on two dragonflies mating in a bush, I could come back and do, uh, nasty things to people."