Yesterday, I picked up Vader's ashes. Today, I visited a pet crematorium for an article I am writing. At first, I thought about turning down the assignment, but then I realized I wanted to do it. I was curious. I visited the web site and saw that the place looked friendly, the owner had even created a wooded path for the communal remains of the pets whose owners couldn't claim them. When I arrived for the interview, I was greeted by two dogs, a five-year-old black Lab and it's 9-week-old yellow lab sibling. They danced around my car, fought over a bone, worked on establishing a pecking order. I talked to the owner about Vader, saw the inside of the crematorium and watched the dogs enjoying life.