We all deal with grief and sadness in different ways. Some cry, some get angry and others laugh and make the best of it.
The latter was the case when one young man set out to spread his dead grandmother’s ashes into the sea, along side family members.
Mitch Feltscheer shared his hilarious and oddly touching story on Twitter.
The hardest I’ve ever laughed in my entire life was a few years ago at my grandma’s ashes scattering ceremony. A Thread:
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
After his grandmother died, members of the family decided to do something nice: go to her favorite spot with her ashes, and individually scatter a bit of her remains in private.
Or as my dad (who was inexplicably in charge of proceedings) described it “everyone grabs a placcy cup and a scoop of grandma and you can go chuck her wherever you want”.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
Since they would be spreading the ashes outdoors, wind was the only issue standing in their way.
Grandma’s favourite spot by the way, was a clearing atop a headland overlooking beachside cliffs and like literally every other day ever, it was insanely windy up there.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
The day was rather windy, so the family got a little closer to grandma than they had initially hoped.
I’m talking borderline cyclonic, like, you couldn’t even crack open her urn without a bit of grandma escaping and flitting straight into the nearest cousin’s face.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
The high cliff send off wasn’t working out so hot, so they decided to change plans.
A new plan was quickly hatched. We’d somehow traverse the cliff face to get down to sea level where it would hopefully be less windy and dad would wade out a few metres and scatter her in the water as we’d watch. Easy.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
Which clearly came with new obstacles.
After the task of getting a couple of 50 year-old aunties in heels down a steep path (fun!), we gathered in the winter sun and Dad hitched up his pants and awkwardly hobbled out into the sea.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
After all the craziness settled, it was time to open the urn.
Despite the setbacks so far, at this point it was looking like we’d actually salvaged the whole event and we held eachother and looked on as dad yelled back “HERE WE GO!” opening the urn to a sudden explosive gust of wind, ejecting grandma into the air like a firework.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
It was at that time, the family just couldn’t take it anymore and laughter set it, big time!
That’s also when the jet-skiers came.
At this point my brothers and I are holding in laughter at the absolute scene going down in front of us when suddenly the unmistakeable sound of a jetski rounds the headland and two 20-somethings come gunning straight for where grandma is falling into the sea.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
Grandma’s remains got ran over and shot out the back of the jetskies, high into the air.
They don’t just churn through grandmas ashes, they literally chuck a hard turn right in the middle of her, shooting grandma-soup up into the air. I’m pretty sure an aunty literally clutched her pearls.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
You can’t make this stuff up!
My brothers and I are in physical agony trying not to laugh at this point, as dad comes ambling back to the shore to a dozen or so silent Feltscheers trying to comprehend what just happened.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
There has to be a punchline to all of this…
…enter dad.
Dad pauses and turns back to the sea. He puts his hands on his hips and with an utterly straight face sighs melancholically and says “Well. She always loved jetskis”.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
What a story! I bet grandma was smiling!
And thats how I ended up sprawled on the sand on a Sunday morning, clutching my sides laughing as my dead grandma’s ashes get churned out the back of a jetski. FIN.
— Mitch Feltscheer (@mitchfel) May 29, 2018
