Three gay men died, and were cremated.
Their lovers happened to be at the funeral home at the same time, and were discussing what they planned to do with the ashes.
The first man said, “My Kenny loved to fly, so I’m going up in a plane and scatter his ashes in the sky.”
The second man said, “My Mark was a good fisherman, so I’m going to scatter his ashes in our favorite lake.”
The third man said, “My Harold was such a good lover, I think I’m going to dump his ashes in a pot of chili, so he can tear my ass up just one more time.”