November 7th, 2010 
judowolf 
After Joe Bob died, I received a phone call from his wife, asking if Reverend Chuck and I would assist her in scattering his ashes. She could not drive so I picked her up along with her daughter, and son-in-law. We arrived at a tomato field, found a spot near a drainage ditch, and got out of the car – Joe Bob worked there his whole life and requested his ashes be scattered there.
Mrs. Joe Bob carried the box of ashes, led them up a small hill, and told them this was a good place. Reverend Chuck said a few words, then a prayer, opened the box, scattered some of the remains and looked at me. A wind was blowing out of the west; I took some ashes and threw them with the wind. The wife and daughter followed suit, then the son-in-law bent down took a heaping handful of the remains, and turning into the wind threw them. The wind blew them back, covering him from head to toe with Joe Bob. He started to cough, and began banging his palms on his chest and thighs trying to get the ashes off. Me and Reverend Chuck did everything in our power not to laugh, but it was useless. Soon everyone was laughing and the daughter said her father would have laughed the hardest. Chuck scattered the remaining ashes with the wind and we left the tomato field.
I scattered ashes on beaches, in gardens, at a favorite fishing hole, but this was the only time at someone’s work place.
For a previous blog featuring Joe Bob, see The Florida Cracker With A Gun
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