30 thoughts you may have with a loved-one’s ashes in your carry-on bag
by Jake Hamilton
July 5, 2026 | Experimental | i didn’t know this would be this weird!
- What was once out here (person, world) is now in there (ash, urn). Ashes to ashes, etc. etc.
- She gets through security faster now (metal knee, when living). Related – what the fuck happened to the metal knee?
- Security called for something called “the ashes tray”. “The ashtray” was right there, but maybe not something most people would appreciate?
- Couldn’t hear the second TSA agent, and made her repeat “my condolences”. Weird phrase to hear from the “laptops out” people.
- What pronouns does one give to a travel urn? She? It?
- I’m travelling carrying two documents: a death certificate and a certificate of cremation. They ask for neither. I’m, in a strange way, a little bit disappointed.
- What was once out here…
- I hope someone takes me through the airport scanner someday.
- Someone you hugged 7 months ago is now in an overhead luggage compartment.
- You get used to carrying around someone’s remains in your bag pretty quickly. It does little to hinder your sightseeing, realistically.
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about legacy.
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about what she would have wanted.
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about the fact that what was once out here…
- There is very little consistency in the information about the legality of scattering ashes in these countries.
- This would not have mattered to her.
- Ashes don’t fall out of a scattering urn the way you expect them to. It isn’t big lebowski and it isn’t the descendants, but it’s probably somewhere in between.
- You aren’t crying. Should you be crying?
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about what she would have wanted.
- What was once out here…
- A feeling of incredible gratitude that she wasn’t overly ceremonial (wanted a cardboard casket), and would’ve laughed hard at the Lisbon security agent shaking her like a martini.
- What do you say when a security guard shakes your loved one like a martini?
- I did not say the correct thing when the security guard shook my loved one like a martini.
- Is she sending me signs? Do I believe in the sending of signs?
- This time, ashes do fall out of a scattering urn the way you expect them to.
- What was once out here…
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about legacy.
- You find yourself thinking a great deal about what makes a life well lived.
- You find yourself thinking that if four people want to travel 4000 miles to make sure you have a good place to hang out forever, or just for a while, you probably figured it out.
- You let go of what you’d been carrying, if only a little bit.
- Not a bad place to stay a while.
Jake Hamilton is a a multidisciplinary designer, communicator, and artist based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A graduate of Toronto Metropolitan University’s School of Professional Communication, he is currently pursuing a Master of Digital Media at The Creative School. His work has been published in the White Wall Review and performed at the Ottawa Fringe Festival.
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