"I want you to carry my body up Ladair Bheinn, not all the way up but you're strapping lads. I am four-foot eight, and nowt but skin and bone now."
"But Gran, it's illegal."
"So's smoking pot and you do that! I want to become part of the necrobiome."
"What the f—"
"Wheesht! It's my dying wish. I want to be food for the eagles".
They promised they would and they found a way, going back for the bones six months later.
"We love you, Gran".