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Asaf Ronen
New York, New York USA
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I want to be cremated, I have wanted so since college. Back then, I specifically hoped to have my ashes sprinkled in the sculpture garden in the Museum of Modern art. Back then, I was arty (with a slight dash of pretension) and like to go to the garden on my free time to sit and write.
Nowadays, I know I would want to be spread all over New York City. I just love the city as a whole too much to be in one place. So I would have my ashes divvied up in pouches amongst my friends so that they could sprinkle the ashes somewhere in the city that means something to them. In front of a bar they like to hang out at, a patch of the park they like to visit, a street where they had sex in a car, wherever.
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