I am horrified by some of the things people come up with to do with the ashes. I have seen stories of the ashes being formed into a synthetic diamond to wear as jewelry, family members tattooing the ashes into their skin in the form of a portrait tattoo, and there was a story a couple weeks ago about gangster rappers smoking marijuana laced with the ashes of a dead "homey".
Bury me in a pine box, 6 feet under.
"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
--Hugh Latimer, October 16, 1555