One Word will surface
Suffice is maybe what you meant.
I changed my mind on being cremated. Canadian winters are too damn cold and there is no way I want to
end up cold for the rest of my life. Besides, I'm claustrophobic.
I will be cremated, my ashes will be mixed with my hunting dogs ashes and I will be scattered on top of a hill behind the cabin that I grew up in.
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