Okay, it’s a bit of a morbid topic—but one that we’ll all have to address at some point. I won’t ask your preference. Just wondering what you think of a fellow angler’s recent choice:

From London’s the Evening Standard:

_In life, he was never happier than when catching fish in his favourite river.
And after his death, Pete Hodge was determined to help his fellow anglers continue to enjoy tight lines too.

So much so that he arranged for his remains to be turned into bait so he could sleep with the fishes.

Mr Hodge, from Puriton, near Bridgwater, Somerset, made his bizarre request after discovering he had terminal motor neurone disease. He died last month aged 61 and was cremated in a coffin made from wicker to look like a fishing basket.

A friend then mixed Mr Hodge’s ashes with maize, hemp and soya to create 30lb of groundbait which was rolled into balls so it could be catapulted into the River Huntspill in Somerset, where he had fished for more than 40 years.

His widow Caroline and daughter Sally were the first to propel the bait into the water, and it was not long before bream were attracted to the spot to be hooked by Mr Hodge’s fishing friends.