^^Word, do that. Or spread his pieces in your favorite toke spot if it happens to be in nature...thats what I did witch my uncles ashes.

(wow, thats a buzzkill :stoned: )
sirsmokesalot Reviewed by sirsmokesalot on . I almost cried My eyes started to water actually. I broke my pipe. His name was ghandi. He was my peace pipe with a bowl I could fit easily upwards of a gram or more. R.I.P. Ghandi. you served many well. I guess im rolling joints for a while. and to make matters worse. Im out of weed. Haha Im alrite tho. Rating: 5