Years ago my brother and I took my father’s ashes (no urn!) back to Florida where we used to go fishing when we were kids. My dad always dreamed of catching a big tarpon but never even got a little one. So we hired his favorite captain from back in the day and we picked a beautiful spot in front of one of the hundreds of tiny islands (keys) in Tampa Bay to spread his ashes. Found out afterwards from the captain that we had unknowingly sent my father to the sea in front of Tarpon Key.