As Lauren sat trance-like in the beautiful garden her fingers mechanically punished the fibers of her black crepe suit. She stared at a small mahogany table with a jade green urn on top. The urn contained the remains of her very dead husband.
Although she had honored her husband"s request for cremation upon his death, Lauren shivered involuntarily at the idea of Scott"s gruesome reduction to the contents of a jar. To her it was a means of disposal almost as barbaric as his violent death.
She smiled sadly as she remembered an evening long ago when she and Scott had discussed cremation. “Bake me into brownies, and then send them to the IRS,” he had stated with a wicked grin. “Tell them I said to "eat me." ”
She had always been drawn to Scott"s humor and boyish appeal, but she had discover
