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It's a long story, but one day several years ago my wife and I received a special delivery of the cremains of one of my deceased uncles. We weren't sure about how to distribute his cremains in accordance with his wishes, so until we decided they sat prominently on a table in our living room...in the plastic box they were shipped to us in, that is--a simple brown plastic box with a paper label on the front that stated his name, the date of the cremation, and what we assume was an internal number used by the crematorium to keep track of which "client" was which. People would ask, "What's that?", and we'd reply, "Oh, that's uncle Richard." And then we'd wait for the inevitable follow-up questions. And if they didn't believe us, we'd open the box and remove the plastic bag within that actually contained his cremains. We had some good laughs with that gag, and knowing uncle Richard's sense of humor as I did I'm sure he approved....So the jars will remain closed and in a box except for those nights after a couple of drinks and I tell the story and someone says no way prove it?