Man to have ashes scattered at Tree of Life

[WebmasterMike]

The article does say this:

But it doesn't say if they've been given permission to scatter them. I sure hope they've worked something out with WDW to maybe have the entire urn buried or something.

Sayhello

If WDW allows them to do it, that means that they would have to let everyone bring their dusty loved ones into the park and I just do not see that happening.

This is from DLR:

"It used to happen every once in a while at the Haunted Mansion, but now it's happening more," he said.
Without written permission, it's a misdemeanor violation of the state Health and Safety Code to scatter human ashes on private property, but enforcement is difficult. Officials say the ashes pose no health threat.
"I can tell you that we do get people from time to time asking for permission to sprinkle ashes. Our policy is when we are asked for permission, we deny the request," Doughty (with DLR) said. "Beyond that, we don't know."


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[mrzrich]

My DH wants me to take an evening stroll on the beaches of FW, the Poly and the YC/BC. And discretely sprinkle some of him in Bay Lake, the Seven Seas Lagoon, and Crescent Lake. That way he laps up on the shores of MK, DHS and Epcot.

 

[disprincess4ever]

Not going to lie, I would pay to be buried at a disney cemetery.

 

[WebmasterMike]

I heard that since Disney purchased Lucasfilms that Disney will be offer packages to guests that includes Freezing in Carbonite. Once you are frozen you will take your place infront of Spaceship Earth, replacing the tombstones.

 

[Infamousmare]

I heard that since Disney purchased Lucasfilms that Disney will be offer packages to guests that includes Freezing in Carbonite. Once you are frozen you will take your place infront of Spaceship Earth, replacing the tombstones.

Sign me up!

 

[misstheworld]

I'm curious, anyone know why it's illegal to scatter ashes in the state of Florida? If you visited the gulf coast every year on vacation, what would it hurt to scatter them into the water at sunset? There isn't that much left after cremation.

Mom was cremated and the only thing we were told was you had to carry the certificate of death, plus a letter from the funeral home along with identification when you crossed state lines. We scattered her in Tennessee on what used to be her family's land (now part of the Appalachian Trail, but you can still see the foundation of the house).

 

[Tinkerbellie16]

I do not know Florida's specific law but human ashes are NOT hazardous (as long as there are no other items in the ashes which they usually remove prior to cremation anyway - like a pacemaker). Yes, you can bring ashes with you on an airplane or anywhere else you please. And most airlines even have this question in their FAQs!

But as for scattering ashes in a Disney Park, I believe that is not allowed (there was a whole other thread talking about this matter as well). But again, I don't know the official policy.

 

[EastYorkDisneyFan]

Just a thing to remember the Disney parks and Resorts are private property they have final say about what goes on on their property. If they don't want people dumping ashes from diciest family on their property you need to respect that. There have been reports of them closing down rides to have them vacuumed up as they didn't know what it was. As far as anyone else around you that may see you doing it you could be dumping out something dangerous like Anthrax.

 

[BriarRosie]

A friend (BriarRose here on the DIS) refers to this as the Tomb of the Unknown Tourist.

You forgot the i, Jeff. BriarRosie. If you're taking a photo of Spaceship Earth with the Leave a Legacy monoliths in front, it has the "Tomb of the Unknown Tourist" vibe. I once read a post on the DIS a long time ago. I'm not sure if it was true, but the poster said they witnessed a little girl crying near the Leave a Legacy area. Her parents asked her why she was crying, and she replied that it was sad to see all the people who died there.

 

[StitchesGr8Fan]

There is no way Disney would allow ashes to be scattered. Can you imagine the number of people that would do this? It would be pointless anyway, they would sweep it up and dispose of the ashes the minute you walked away, unless you dumped them in water.

Disney may have given permission to CARRY the ashes around and the family took that as permission to scatter them.

 

[Applemomma]

I hope these folks figure out they can't do it before they actually try. Getting stopped by security and the "scene" it might cause would be a very sad ending to a very sad story....and a hard one to explain to the folks back home!

 

[rsauer]

BURYING GRANDPA IN WALT DISNEY WORLD

PART I: Grandpa

Our Grandpa Theodore always loved his trips to Disney parks. Ever since his first drive to Anaheim with four kids in the back of our industrial beige 1956 four-door Chevy Bel-Air, he couldn't wait to take us back to Disneyland and, later, Walt Disney World. Invariably, each time we visited brought us new wonders: Pirates of the Caribbean in the late 60's, in 1982 Epcot (then spelled in all capital letters EPCOT when Disney learned that acronyms could not be trademarked), Animal Kingdom in 1998. His and Grandma's home were filled with memorabilia while holiday dinners were shared over conversations intent on his regaling us with talk of this new park attraction or that vague rumor skimmed off some small tributary of the Internet devoted to Disney fandom.

So when Grandpa's health began to fail and his trips to Orlando or Southern California became more cerebral than actual, some whispered conversations among us tended toward what would happen when he was no longer with us. What he would leave us and our mother was less consequential than how he would leave us and, subsequently, how we would leave him. Early in his life he had bought burial plots in Rose City Cemetery. ("Land values never decrease," he'd prophesied incorrectly.) But in his later years, he'd mentioned a desire to just being cremated with his ashes scattered who knows where.

But he liked to share his gallows humor. On one Thanksgiving while consuming platefuls of turkey and trimmings, he had joked about Walt Disney's fate after his death in 1966.

"You know, there is a rumor that old Walt's head is cryogenically preserved in Disneyland," he told us. "This is not true. He is buried in Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. There may be some truth, however," he then intoned with a whisper that would fail to extinguish a candle flame an inch away, "that his gall bladder is in the Magic Kingdom in Florida."

He smiled at us all as our eyes widened. Grandpa could be very serious about Disney stuff. But, like the politician and his politics once described by William F. Buckley Jr., Grandpa was as serious about Disney as a flagpole-sitter is serious about flagpoles.

Coincidentally, like both Walt Disney, his brother Roy, and nephew Roy Jr., Grandpa passed on in December. This was a few years back. Grandma let us take care of the funeral arrangements and did not express reservations about his cremation telling us that the plots in Portland could be used by anyone in the family if necessary. Her own health was frail and by the next summer she was gone, too.

At three garage sales and several family meetings we children and grandchildren picked over the remaining furniture, knickknacks, pots, pans, and portable kitchen electrical appliances. Grandma and Grandpa's remains sat silent witnesses in their brass urns on a high shelf in the living room. My older sister volunteered to store the urns and, because our minds were distracted by the need to empty the house already sold, she assumed that no reply provided tacit consent.

A few weeks passed when, while sorting through a typical Monday's email, I took more than a cursory note of a travel advertisement featuring Fall bargains at Walt Disney World. The shoulder season always provided wonderful travel bargains; we'd seen China and Tibet in October once and Venice in September. There were views and values to match. I printed out the email intending to discuss it with my wife, Donna, later.

My plan to bury Grandpa's remains in Walt Disney World arrived like Athena emerging from Zeus's brow with little advance warning or fanfare. "Why not bury him there?" I thought driving home from Home Depot with a newly purchased Price-Pfister kitchen faucet. This topic provided a significant amount of discussion with my wife as I struggled to repair my plumbing.

"Jail....that's where you will end up!" my wife breathlessly informed me. The thought of being incarcerated in a Central Florida correctional facility and becoming Big Esteban's girlfriend did scare me some. But I argued that there were too many people bustling around in the parks for anyone to notice. And besides, we'd keep the urn at home and use a.... Well, we'd find something.

"Your father as fertilizer! What an end. Did you hate him?!" My wife's voice became sharp. My right eye twitched. Nevertheless, I pressed on.

"Remember your sister? She took her father-in-law's ashes up to Alaska to spread them over Mount McKinley from a plane."

"And as I recall what was left of him ended up in the back seat of a Cessna 150 when the air currents shifted," Donna reminded me.

I conceded silently that I would not try the plane route. The subject was dropped for a time.

But not the Fall trip to Walt Disney World.

Coming Soon:

BURYING GRANDPA IN WALT DISNEY WORLD PART II: Dark Plans

 

[Bonnie151]

IYes, you can bring ashes with you on an airplane or anywhere else you please. And most airlines even have this question in their FAQs!

The airlines don't really care if you have an urn with ashes on you, but I'm hoping this family also checked the US consulate's website because they need to be declared at customs and you need to bring a (small) amount of documentation with you. I know this from the experience of bringing my mother's ashes over to the States last year. I spent a VERY long time at immigration while they decided how to mark my customs form. They eventually declared my mother to be "AGRICULTURE" and off I toddled through the Agriculture area in Customs.

 

[Halloweenqueen]

Is this blog with comments. Someone needs to explain how this is not allowed, but I guess they probably already know. The next part is titled dark plans. ;(

 

[StitchesGr8Fan]

BURYING GRANDPA IN WALT DISNEY WORLD

PART I: Grandpa

Our Grandpa Theodore always loved his trips to Disney parks. Ever since his first drive to Anaheim with four kids in the back of our industrial beige 1956 four-door Chevy Bel-Air, he couldn't wait to take us back to Disneyland and, later, Walt Disney World. Invariably, each time we visited brought us new wonders: Pirates of the Caribbean in the late 60's, in 1982 Epcot (then spelled in all capital letters EPCOT when Disney learned that acronyms could not be trademarked), Animal Kingdom in 1998. His and Grandma's home were filled with memorabilia while holiday dinners were shared over conversations intent on his regaling us with talk of this new park attraction or that vague rumor skimmed off some small tributary of the Internet devoted to Disney fandom.

So when Grandpa's health began to fail and his trips to Orlando or Southern California became more cerebral than actual, some whispered conversations among us tended toward what would happen when he was no longer with us. What he would leave us and our mother was less consequential than how he would leave us and, subsequently, how we would leave him. Early in his life he had bought burial plots in Rose City Cemetery. ("Land values never decrease," he'd prophesied incorrectly.) But in his later years, he'd mentioned a desire to just being cremated with his ashes scattered who knows where.

But he liked to share his gallows humor. On one Thanksgiving while consuming platefuls of turkey and trimmings, he had joked about Walt Disney's fate after his death in 1966.

"You know, there is a rumor that old Walt's head is cryogenically preserved in Disneyland," he told us. "This is not true. He is buried in Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. There may be some truth, however," he then intoned with a whisper that would fail to extinguish a candle flame an inch away, "that his gall bladder is in the Magic Kingdom in Florida."

He smiled at us all as our eyes widened. Grandpa could be very serious about Disney stuff. But, like the politician and his politics once described by William F. Buckley Jr., Grandpa was as serious about Disney as a flagpole-sitter is serious about flagpoles.

Coincidentally, like both Walt Disney, his brother Roy, and nephew Roy Jr., Grandpa passed on in December. This was a few years back. Grandma let us take care of the funeral arrangements and did not express reservations about his cremation telling us that the plots in Portland could be used by anyone in the family if necessary. Her own health was frail and by the next summer she was gone, too.

At three garage sales and several family meetings we children and grandchildren picked over the remaining furniture, knickknacks, pots, pans, and portable kitchen electrical appliances. Grandma and Grandpa's remains sat silent witnesses in their brass urns on a high shelf in the living room. My older sister volunteered to store the urns and, because our minds were distracted by the need to empty the house already sold, she assumed that no reply provided tacit consent.

A few weeks passed when, while sorting through a typical Monday's email, I took more than a cursory note of a travel advertisement featuring Fall bargains at Walt Disney World. The shoulder season always provided wonderful travel bargains; we'd seen China and Tibet in October once and Venice in September. There were views and values to match. I printed out the email intending to discuss it with my wife, Donna, later.

My plan to bury Grandpa's remains in Walt Disney World arrived like Athena emerging from Zeus's brow with little advance warning or fanfare. "Why not bury him there?" I thought driving home from Home Depot with a newly purchased Price-Pfister kitchen faucet. This topic provided a significant amount of discussion with my wife as I struggled to repair my plumbing.

"Jail....that's where you will end up!" my wife breathlessly informed me. The thought of being incarcerated in a Central Florida correctional facility and becoming Big Esteban's girlfriend did scare me some. But I argued that there were too many people bustling around in the parks for anyone to notice. And besides, we'd keep the urn at home and use a.... Well, we'd find something.

"Your father as fertilizer! What an end. Did you hate him?!" My wife's voice became sharp. My right eye twitched. Nevertheless, I pressed on.

"Remember your sister? She took her father-in-law's ashes up to Alaska to spread them over Mount McKinley from a plane."

"And as I recall what was left of him ended up in the back seat of a Cessna 150 when the air currents shifted," Donna reminded me.

I conceded silently that I would not try the plane route. The subject was dropped for a time.

But not the Fall trip to Walt Disney World.

Coming Soon:

BURYING GRANDPA IN WALT DISNEY WORLD PART II: Dark Plans

What is this?

 

[rsauer]

What is this?

This is Part 1.
Part II will follow on another thread.
Check the Boards.