The captain anchored the boat in the middle of the river, halfway between Millersburg and Liverpool, and we all gathered at the front. I said a few words about Kit’s affection for this stretch of the river and for his hometown in general, and concluded by telling him how much we all loved him and that he would never be forgotten. I then knelt down, cracked open the Tupperware container, and then slowly released his ashes into the water below. His family immediately tossed flowers in so we could follow the path of the ashes down the river.
