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TIFU by Drinking Part of my Fathers Cremains

So yeah, exactly that but lets get into the nitty gritty (pun intended). So my dad died a bit ago and he truly was not a good person or father but I wanted to do right by him. He legit had no one to come visit him in hospital and of course had no directives set up so I had to make decisions I never thought I would, yay for that. (People get your shit in order so your loved ones are never left in this position.)

I get his cremains via mail, I decide to have a few people get together so we can spread a few ashes in a local lake that is important to me, and he also loved the water as well.

Anyway later in the next week I realized I didn't want the rest of his cremations here, it just didn't feel right. So I offered to send most of them out to his former GF, who they always had an on/off relationship. She of course wanted them---great!

I collect old bottles and I found the perfect small round one that was of course a bottle of holy water, with a cross on the other side. (For me ironic since he is the furthest thing from being 'godly' of any sort.)

Next, I grab a small funnel and spoon, which happens to be shaped like a shovel (thanks, temu) so even more fitting as that's what would have been used during an actual burial. Then my husband reminds me that we have skull spoons that I completely forgot about (we collect weird things, okay). So even MORE fitting.

Now comes the title of the story...myself and husband decided it would be a nice end to the evening take a small dose of mushrooms, just a theraputic amount. I like to make a small batch of coffee and melt my chocolate in. That's what I did except I GRABBED THE SPOON WITH MY FATHERS ASHES ALL OVER IT TO STIR THE COFFEE/SHROOMS.

And yes I did drink it but it took me about 20 minutes to finally suck it up. So that's it folks, TIFU. Never thought I would be here posting this.

Oh one last thing, I wanted to hide the cremains that I did keep of his and apparently I hid them so well I cant find em now. Maybe it was meant to be?

TL:DR Drank my dads ashes after using a spoon that I used to remove his remains to another bottle.

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