An old guy who lived on a remote island died and his dying wish was to be cremated as he didnt want to be buried in a soggy wet peat bog. The funeral party made their way by ferry to the nearest crematorium which was on the mainland. The deed was duly done and the party retreated to the nearest pub to celebrate the life of the dearly departed. Time as usual flew by and off they went to catch the ferry home almost forgeting to take the urn with them. An absoutley horendous ferry crossing with the boat rolling from side to side and the bow of the ferry crashing into the waves. Water pouring across the decks. Mean while down in the bar the urn with the ashes slid from sise to side as the ferry rolled about. The funeral party were becoming increasing alarmed at this and asked the departeds partner what she intended to do with the ashes.
Suddenly she picked up the urn and raced up on deck lifting the lid off and throwing the contents into the howling gale. Wind screaming about her she shouted; There's the Blow Job you always wanted.