It is important to keep the ashes, she thought.
Important for future generations.
Think about them, she coached herself, as she dropped more ashes into the urn.
Ugly urn, ugly like my insides, her brain whispers.
Keep adding the ashes, her conscience urges. Think about the future generations.
Stupid old urn, stupid like they were, before I turned them to ashes, her brain whispers.
At least the whole family fits.