I recall when I received my father’s remains it felt like almost an inconveniently large amount of ashes. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think mass efficiently is really a primary concern. I’d have been just fine with a little vial.

I recall being self conscious after attempting to spread the ashes at the beach on a mildly windy day and inadvertently creating a large dark cloud of human dust. And then wondering what to do with the pile of ash in the sand? I guess I’ll kick this about a bit to spread it around? It was all weird and a little funny, but things you don’t really think about until you do it.

Yeah the classic scene from the Big Lebowski comes to mind, with the Dude getting a face-full of ash downwind.