Then I let my friend's ashes whip away into the wind at 14,041 feet above sea level, on their way across the Sangre de Cristo range and toward whatever's next.
Beautiful. The writing and the release.
not going to admit to getting any lebowski vibes after going from ashes to bowling alley references
big lebowski actually paints a much more realistic picture of ash scattering, not gonna lie
ashes are salty