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Lol I heard that before my friends sister was cremated and she wanted her ashes scattered on the mountain.
when they took the ashes it was a calm day,
as soon as they went to scatter her ashes a gust of wind blew the ashes in their faces.
my friend was stood there open mouthed and a load of ashes flew into her mouth
she always said she ate her sister
Namaste
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