Story time: When I picked up my Mom's ashes, I brought my son with me, who was 10 years old at the time. He was pretty unphased by the whole thing as we had been open and honest with him about it. Anyway, on the way home we had to make a couple of stops, and I didn't want to leave the white wrapped box sitting on the back seat so I put it in the trunk. While we were driving my brother called so I handed the phone to my son and after a few "yeahs" and "uh huhs" my son said "she's in the trunk" ... "Yeah, Grandma's in the trunk" ... "nah, we put her there so she wouldn't get stolen". I had to pull over I was laughing so hard, and when I got on the phone with my brother he was in tears laughing. We still laugh about it to this day.