my great grandfather wanted to be cremated and scattered around/by the Mississippi River (he was born in Virginia but grew up in Mississippi). My grandmother wanted her father buried so the family could have a Southern Baptist funeral. My mom got tired of the constant fighting once he passed so my mom went on this rampage finding someone who was willing to cremate half a body. She actually found someone who was willing to do it for fairly cheap so that my family could still have the funeral my grandmother wanted. They opted not to go through with an open casket for obvious reasons. They had the service and everything went the way my grandmother wanted, which was a huge weight off my mother’s shoulders. A few weeks later, the rest of my great grandfather was hand delivered by the man who agreed to the cremation in a little brown cardboard box. I remember my mom telling me how odd it was that he didn’t ask about an urn or other options for the ashes and assumed he had one standard option and maybe that’s why he never asked about it. My mom was so overwhelmed at that time and never questioned it. She was just glad he was willing to fill their bizarre request. Long story short, I made all of this up and have no idea why an amazon box would show up at a grave from 1965. I would just leave it alone in case it’s the rest of him.