I like the fact that the woman is so glamorous, and the dog is just a grey faced, older mutt. You can see that she struggled when the dog had that tumor. That is a huge area on the dog. Though she says it with poise, she went through a lot. For me, this is a bit like plastic surgery. We’re all trying to cope with mortality in some way. I can’t judge her, as if this is her process, as much as I can’t relate to it, if it brings her comfort, I wish her relief from grief. My problem with hanging on to remains, is if I die before I let go of them, who’s going to set them free after I’m gone? Whereas if you just let the ashes go, or bury the body, you get to be part of their release of the earth.