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Way to go.

The Telegraph reports:

The widow of an expert on vintage shotguns had her husband's ashes loaded into cartridges and used by friends for the last shoot of the season.

A total of 275 12-bore cartridges were produced from the mix and were blessed by a minister before they were used to bag pheasants, partridges, ducks and a fox on Brucklay Estate.

What a great idea! and wonderful she found a traditional Vicar who was happy to go along with it - around our parts we are waiting for Mr Free Market to be ordained before we can experience such sense from the clergy.

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