This brings back one of my vivid, and final, memories of the cuke.  I
decided that the proper thing to do was to cremate the cuke.  What a great
idea!!  How hard could it be!!  I tried getting a little fire going in a
tin can right in front of my house.  In the process, this can tipped over
and a little fire started on the sidewalk right in fron of my house.  My
son, who was 4 and not fond of fire, freaked out and ran into the house to
get Mom.  I got the fire put out but now had a big black spot on the
sidewalk right in front of our front door.  So I then took my cremation job
to the garden, where a neighbor came and wondered and asked what I was
doing for sure.  When I told him, he just went back to his yard.
Eventually, I sort of got the job done, but the cuke was now more toasted
cucumber than actual ashes.  I don't know if this is what ended up in that
ziplock bag, because I think I put some of these so-called ashed in a jar.
I guess the important things is that the cuke's (and friend's) remains were
shared by many.

Bill Baumert