Cremated Ashes as Ammunition
I’m not quite sure what to make of this. A company called “Holy Smoke, LLC” claims to offer the unique service of loading ammunition with human remains (ashes) contained in either the shot cup or sealed in the bullet/projectile.
The website does not offer much beyond a contact page and a description of the service offered – no sample photos or videos of the purported process are shown.
The service costs $1250 and results in 100 rounds of rifle ammunition, 250 shotshells, or 250 pistol cartridges, in the caliber/gauge of your choice. There is a surcharge for wildcat calibers and “larger” pistol and rifle calibers.
A Type 06 FFL is required to manufacture and sell ammunition in the United States, but there is no reference to this on the webpage, from what I could see.
Thanks to Tim at FoxFury for the heads up.
Been doing this for a couple years now with my reloads. My best friend Ed asked me to shoot all of my big game with “a little bit of him” before he died in 2009. Myself, my wife, and three kids have put a lot of meat in the freezer with Big Ed since then. I think it is very cool.
When I die, I have instructed the executors of my will to cremate me
and convert my ashes into skeet discs.
Everybody will turn up in evening dress(women included) and be issued a shotgun. For those unfamiliar, or afraid of firearms, battery fire will be allowed.
For those who can shoot, the winner gets the pick of whatever material goods I have left behind. At end of the shooting, the best champagne and food will be served. I can’t think of a better way to go.
Who cares, stick a ham bone up my ass and let the dogs drag me through the streets. When you dead your body won’t care
Glad to know I’m not the only crazy one, but my final wishes do have one little twist. After cremation, I want my ashes to be retained until sufficient technology and I want to be loaded into a steel canister and fired at escape velocity from an orbital railgun into deep space to return to the stars
@WeaponBuilder
In Europe, there’s no such thing as a perpetual grave (there’s some exceptions to the rule). So unless your grandchildren want to fork out thousands of euros to renew the lease, the odds are that after 30 years (usually earlier) your remains will be placed in a collective grave (or your ashes scattered) and your grave put up for rent again.
So I’d rather have my family members press my ashes into a fine 8 gauge industrial shell and shoot me into the sea.
Our cowboy three-gun group did this when a member and close friend of all present died. Guess what! We shot a whole stage with the dearly departed, along with the tears, and the poem of the old cowboy headed back into the hills.
The guy who loaded Bobby into the shells saved an unprimed 20 gauge shell .for everybody with a little bit of ash inside. Mine sits in the living room. It’s nice to be able to visit and not have to go far.
You know, when I die I expect to be surrounded by sulfur and brimstone anyway. . .
Guys, seriously? Shooting. Ashes. Of. Diceased. Family. Members.
I’ve always said, if I get murdered my ashes are to be used to make ammunition that will be used to kill my assailant. (If I’m not murdered, I’m to be mummified and sat out on the front porch every Halloween.)
I have heard of a few gun clubs giving members a ‘send off’ over the range in this way.
My Dad, an avid outdoorsman and hunter for 50+ years, and a reloader, always wanted this done. He might even have it in his will! I’m not going to pay someone $1k+, and I definitely don’t want to have to shoot Dad 200 times.
But I might reload a few shells, and would enjoy one last hunting trip with Dad, walking out to the duck blind at zero-dark-thirty, watching the sky start to lighten, listening to the wood ducks whistling through the trees. As the sillouettes turned into recognizable ducks, it would be perfect if a big bunch of Mallards came wheeling over the decoys, wings set, feet outstretched. I’d have tears in my eyes as I stood up and took aim, but some of Dad would join the hunting place he enjoyed so much. The ducks would scatter and wheel back up into the sky, thinking they were lucky to escape the kill zone. Maggie, Dad’s last black lab, would be shivering at the dog hole in the blind, scanning feverishly for the falling birds and not seeing any. But that’s why I’d only need a couple of shells: I think all I could do then was sit and watch the ducks fly for awhile before heading back up to the cabin to trade stories about all the great hunting trips I had with Dad.
Haha, for years my dad a very addicted duck hunter has said that he wants to be cremated, loaded in shotgun shells and shot at ducks..
Gives new meaning to the words “going out with a bang”!!
Too bad bin Laden is fish food right now, using his corpse to make a few hundred rounds of ammo to shoot his followers would bring a smile to my face.
So… doesn’t ash make lye when it gets moist? I guess if firing your loved ones out of a gun makes you happy, the cleanup is a small price to pay.
also, WTF?
Strange. But couldn’t I accomplish the same sentiment with a pair of pliers, donated teeth and a shotgun? And for much cheaper I might add, but still just as creepy. Eat teeth sucker!
Now you can finally ‘blow’ those annoying relatives away.
Errr…why? Is there really a big enough market to make this a profitable business idea? Then again, I guess if you’re already handloading, pouring some ash in there doesn’t take much more effort. Still…WHY?!
That said, it certainly gives “Live by the gun, die by the gun” a whole new meaning.
Thats just disgusting.
Weird is the word!
Seriously I don’t understand the motive of this symbolism.
This is a joke, right? RIGHT?
this is amazing, ive made jokes to my friends about having this done to me!
looks like i can actually do it now
So… load up grandpappy’s remains in a shell…. go shoot deer to take him on “One last hunt” as they advertise… and now you have human remains in your game meat. Epic fail. lol
For those wishing to go with a bang, not a whisper.
Holly smoke? That’s nice, the sure way to heaven, lol! There is another good business: transforming the human ash in synthetic diamonds. It’s worthy to give a shot.
I remember a story somewhere of a Artillery Officer that got one of his friends to dump his ashes into a howitzer during a ceremonial visit firing after he died to go out with a bang. so to speak….
Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should.
Can’t believe I didn’t think of this first.
I’ve actually had this planned for years now.
When I die, part of my ashes are to be loaded into 12 Ga slug and shot shells so my kids can take me hunting with them a few more times after I die. The rest of my ashes will be placed in an urn, and sealed into a columbarium where my family will have some place to go for memorialization / mourning, and I’ll have a record with the county/state regarding the location of my final disposition.
Might have some 30-06 rounds made up too, but loading metallic cartridges is a bit tougher to do with a ‘filler’ while still trying to retain consistent powder ignition and burn.
Having worked in the death industry for a number of years (cemeteries particularly), I’m definitely getting cremated.
One thing people must think about is RECORD KEEPING – when your family members die, there’s a death certificate, and if you’re cremated there’s paperwork relative to where you were cremated as well as a possible obituary. However, from there, there is no more paper trail unless you get the ashes inurned into a cemetery, which then has to file paperwork with the state known as your ‘final disposition’.
If you choose to have a company such as this load your ashes into shells, or if you choose to just put Aunt Muriel on the fireplace mantle THERE IS NO FINAL DISPOSITION record…
So that means, 30, 40, 80 years from now down the road, your grandchildren, or great grandchildren, whos parents or grandparents didn’t sit them down to talk about family history, or didn’t hand down a family tree record to them – will have NO IDEA where they came from. They will have to embark upon geneology searches, and they’ll be encountering LOTS of dead-ends, or unanswered questions in their search.
Wouldn’t it be nice to make it easier for them in their searches?
When searching for you, they’ll find the birth certificate, possible military paperwork/history, a death certificate, an obituary which lists names of who ‘survived’ at the time of your death (providing them with clues for additional searches), and they’ll have a final disposition record stating you were cremated at the MN Cremation Society, and your ashes interred with your wife at St Mary’s Cemetery, Mpls, MN, Columbarium B, Tier 3, Niche 5.
Not only can they know more about your birth, life, and death, but they know the location of your remains and could someday travel to the cemetery, find your ashes, and leave flowers or reflect upon your life.
Going with a company such as this and you won’t have any chance at final disposition records being filed with the county/state, but if you have a friend load your ashes into shells – you can do both.
Other than being stuffed and mounted like a big game animal (completely illegal), this has always been what I wanted done with me when I’m dead and gone.
My idea was to spread my ashes through about 4,000 rounds of 7.62×51 NATO and have my loved ones fire what was left of my physical form through a mini-gun. This isn’t quite as good, but it’s a start.
I have been saying this is how I want to be remembered for years now. Glad to see some one else doing it.
I have a buddy lined up to “Load me up” but if you don’t know some one that reloads this is a good idea.
I told my brother that I don’t want anyone having to carry me when I’m dead. I told him to donate my body to science and when they are done with me cremate the remains. I jokingly added that being a gun nut he should mix my ashes into some gun powder and load me into some rounds and give me a true 21 gun salute. I guess now I don’t have to joke anymore.
I’m pretty sure this service is meant to cater to the small but dedicated blood-vengeance/vendetta market. As in, people who wish to avenge the murder of a loved one by using bullets crafted from the remains of that loved one to kill their murderer. For the discriminating avenger.
“When I die, blast me into some watermelons!”
Well at least it’s original…
So, either you and your buddy’s on the range will get a wiff of “grandma” (assuming all the ash disperses at the muzzle).
Or upon arrival to deliver the ashes to them, they welcome you with “don’t mind the dusty parking lot”.
Altough I would certainly pay to have my ashes shot up in the air by cannon or something.. (beats the municipal ash-scatter-field)