Is it normal that i led my family to believe that some firepit ash was grandpa?
After my Grandfathers passing I came into possession of his ashes. A few years later the Family decided to put those ashes to rest in the Pacific Ocean. Well, the day was fast approaching, and the ashes were nowhere to be found. So I found a vase that could pass as an Urn, and went down to the bonfire pits on the beach. I sifted and packed the ash into the new container, and proceeded to meet the family. No one was the wiser, and I was very pleased on how well it worked.
I know I should feel shameful for deceiving the family, however that is not the case. Probably because they did not notify me of his declining health, heck they did not even tell me he had passed until a week after such. So, My thoughts on this is "Damn that was good", and "Grandpa is laughing as much as I am", while those fools have no clue.
The AWESOME part of this story is that I found the ashes the day after the ceremony. No, I did not disburse him where the family gathered the day before. I've got him in my passenger seat, helping me to get around town in the carpool lane.(Joking, but have given it plenty of thought)
So has anyone done anything similar to this? Please tell me that I am normal!