An acquaintance who died, very young but not before cramming a remarkable number of bad decisions into his life, is suffering one of modern life's post-departure indignities.
He has been turned into a paperweight:
So I will be getting R_____ J______ beautiful ash blown glass art sphere orb back tomorrow to rest his soul. This is what the bottom looks like. I can't wait to receive the final piece tomorrow. More pictures to come. We are taking Ricky's ash art piece to the beach with us and can now take him everywhere. We miss you very much your soul and ashes will finally be at rest. His final piece will be similar to the one below but better and with his ashes.