1690 Mortifilled

As you may or may not know, I have a morbid fascination with things related to burials and funerals. Is there a name for that? Morbidomortophilia? Burioholic?
In any event, my ears always perk up like Lazarus when I hear a new method of send-off to the great beyond. As I've mentioned before, I'd just as soon go with a minimum of fuss, so cremation is my choice, but if it were legal I'd actually rather go the greenest way possible and be composted. Seems to me a human composting plant would be the ultimate way of giving back to the community.
But in Alabama an interesting entrepreneur—or perhaps mortepreneur—has come up with an even more novel concept. Taking a page from the spreading your ashes book and adding in the diehard sensibilities of an avid hunter and NRA member, Holy Smoke LLC offers a truly explosive concept.
Packing your ashes into a shotgun shell for later dispersal.
Yep, your ashes will be packed into shotgun shells and then, according to your wishes, your relatives can fire them off wherever. A 21-gun salute perhaps, or even shot at live game. Or perhaps the cheating spouse that led to the heart attack that led to your demise.
As one of the founders of the company put it, "I will rest in peace knowing the last thing that one turkey will see is me—screaming at him at 900 feet per second..."
My cold dead hands indeed. Or in this case my cold dead ashes. Well, actually, pretty hot again when they've shot your wad.
Nice idea though. Alabama's certainly seen more than one shotgun wedding. Why not a shotgun funeral?
I'm sure folks will have a shell of a good time.
America, ya gotta love it.