My friend's dad died and she asked me to go to the funeral. I've never seen or smelled a cremation before. I hope this isn't too scarring an experience.
My uncle was cremated. We made a sort of memorial in the back yard; a ring of stones about 18 inches high and maybe six feet in diameter, which we filled with soil and put his ashes in, and then put in a bunch of his favorite flowers. It's quite beautiful, but every time I think "my uncle is buried in the back yard" it sounds fucked up.