Dying usually puts a dent on one's travel plan, but not Ralph B. White's. His friends at the Adventurer's Club of Los Angeles have taken him (or rather, his ashes) to some of the world's most remote places:
In the last 22 months, Ralph B. White's meticulously logged schedule shows trips to the mountains of Nepal, the Australian outback, the China-Mongolia border, a Rwandan volcano, Iceland, Benin and the waters off Zanzibar. [...]
Thanks to [Ralph's friends at the Adventurer's Club], tiny portions of White's remains, carefully measured out in plastic bags, have put in enough posthumous miles to rival King Tut. Instead of a bucket list, he's got an ash log. It's six pages long.
"Rather than have people mourn him, he wanted to give people incentive to go have adventures," said Rosaly Lopes, who was engaged to White when he died and is the keeper of the ashes.
Though White covered a lot of the Earth during his life, said Krista Few, his daughter, most of these scatterings have delivered his ashes to new territory. "The competition is what is the most bizarre place we can take Ralph?"
Christopher Reynolds of The Los Angeles Times has the story: Link