Dead and gone fishing

Josh Sanburn has a Time article about the increase in cremation:

George Alan Thompson II, known as Big Al or the Fish Man, son of Columbus, Ohio and resident of Kennesaw, Georgia, onetime bartender, restaurant manager, real estate agent, motorcyclist, owner of aquarium-maintenance business Aquaholics and noted jokester, died on 28 May 2010, at age fifty. He is now a reef.
Big Al sits at the bottom of the ocean one-and-a-half miles off Pensacola Beach, Florida. Fish swim through him. Corals will soon grow on him. So will soft sponges, but not yet. After all, Big Al's new life as a reef is still in its infancy. It was three years ago, on... (Rico says you gotta pay them to read the rest, sorry.)

Rico says he's left instructions that he is to be cremated, as well, but his ashes are intended to be spread in all his favorite places (Usal, California; Hana, on Maui in Hawai'i; Key West, Florida; and Nantucket, Massachusetts, as examples) by his still-living friends and relatives. It will take (hopefully) some of whatever of Rico's spirit remains to those places (as in the Beatles' song) and give those folks a paid vacation...