Pets are important to a lot of people. Too important to some. There are those who spend more on their dead pet than their dead mate. Some spend more on their dead pet than on their live pet.

Most people bury Rover or Angel in the yard. The goldfish go down the toilet. The mice go in the garbage. Most people. Some just go over the top. Way over.

"Wow, Margie, what a nice little pot", Susie says.

"Pot? That's not a pot, I'll have you know. It's an urn."

Susie, unable to resist but not really wanting to know, asks," Umm, who's in it?"

"Sweetums, of course. I had it custom made."

"Sweetums? The cat?"

"What do you mean, "the cat"? What did you think I did? Bury her out in the yard for the worms to eat?"

"Uh, no. I guess burning her to ashes is a whole lot better."

"I should say so."

Paul, a little off center to begin with, has his pets stuffed. Not just stuffed but mounted in an "action" pose. His first dog, Butch, is lifting his leg to a fire hydrant. His cat, Killer, is eating a mouse, Twinkie. His birds are on wires. Open a window and they fly.

"Say, Paul, this spider looks like he's actually crawling on my arm."

"Spider? I never had a pet spider."

To people like this cost is not a consideration. The higher the better. A two dollar, ceramic pot can return fifty dollars...or more. Greed, yours, is the only factor here. Add ten dollars for engraving, a paper label, with the name handprinted naturally.

Put the cat in the oven at 450 for two days and scrape the ashes into the pot. If the cat isn't done enough bury it and scrape out the charcoal grill.

Who would know?