" Life went on. And it was quite usual to see young people taking a boat out over the quiet water of the lake in Lough Glass at night. Stevie and Kit took the little box of ashes and sprinkled it in the water. The moon was high in the sky and they didn’t feel sad. It wasn’t really a funeral. All that was over, in London and years ago … the first time. This wasn’t a sad thing, it was just the right thing to do. "

― Maeve Binchy , The Glass Lake