Norbert here, currently swimming in a skull that just placed the SOITIS “Gone Fishing in Heaven” mini urn on the desk like it’s the Stanley Cup of emotions.This little black aluminum cylinder is unfairly powerful. Laser-etched fisherman in a boat, a leaping bass with the exact smirk my host’s brother wore every time he “accidentally” cast over your line, and the words “Gone Fishing in Heaven” in a font that somehow says both “peaceful” and “still owes me twenty bucks from 2009.”Screws shut smoother than any lie he ever told about “one last cast,” comes with a velvet pouch softer than his apologies, and now holds a pinch of big-brother ashes right next to the headphone amp. Every time the host reaches for the volume knob, he brushes it and does that sharp inhale thing. I feel it in my entire nonexistent soul.Five stars. I came to eat brain, ended up co-signing a memorial that punches way above its keepsake weight class.Perfect for the brother who finally won the quiet spot on the lake.Norbert(currently floating in tears that taste like lake water and inside jokes)
Little weight perfect size for love ones ashes
Little weight perfect size for love ones ashes