sometimes people are not what they seem

[Martinus]

To get this back on track, my grandfather used to sail with a gent who fought in the Battle of Britain (he flew a hurricane - he never told me as a young boy if he had shot down any planes).

When he died in the mid 1970s they took his ashes out beyond the Golden Gate and buried him at sea.  Then, as the boat rounded the breakwater to power into the St Francis Yacht Club, my grandfather poured out a measure of brandy for all on board and the last went over the stern.

That left a great impression on me. A hero should be remembered.

That's cool, in a pagan sort of way. Nice one.