Years ago, Kris (our first born), gave me a magnificent cigar box. I did not smoke, yet the box was of such beauty that it became a piece of art in our living room.
Ricki was cremated. I specified that the ashes be put a small box, its size to fit in the cigar box with enough vacant room to accommodate me, when my time comes. Presently the “double coffin” resides in the living room.
I removed my wedding ring to have it interlocked with hers and had it attached to the outside of ‘our’ coffin.
Kris was put in charged of putting us to sea together. Our best friend was to grind up our wedding rings which I asked Kris to add to the mixed ashes. He said it would be special for him.
Raquel and I did not accept “Till do you part”. Our relationship (in whatever form) was to the day after forever.