"His remote was cremated with him."

So Ken Kobin's obituary in the St. Petersburg Times says all the usual stuff about how he loved his family and which relatives he's survived by, but then right at the end drops this little extra bit of too-much-information on us: that
"His remote was cremated with him". We were all set to take the piss out of this, but then we realized that if we didn't see the end of today we'd probably want to be buried with our Treo 600. That and we'd want "Crossroads" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony playing on a boombox during the memorial service.