Hette is dying and her rabbi comes to visit her. "Do you have any last wishes, Hetty?" asks Rabbi Gold.
"Yes rabbi," whispers Hetty, "I know you won't like hearing me say this, but I want to be cremated."
"You know that is forbidden to us," says Rabbi Gold, "but because it's one of your final wishes - then OK. Is there anything else?"
"Yes," whispers Hetty, "I want my ashes spread over the John Lewis department store in Brent Cross."
"Why on earth would you want to do that?" asks Rabbi Gold.
"Because that way," replies Hetty, "my two daughters will find it easy to visit me each week."
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