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My father died when I was nine months old, and his grave - because it was in walking distance of both my grandmother's house and aunt's house - was a place I visited often. It was a very sad place for me. I don't want anyone to have that... I don't want my kid to remember that.
I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread out in the San Francisco Bay. Done. No sad place. If my kid wants to visit me, she can get a shrimp sandwich on the pier and eat it.
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