A woman from New York was getting her affairs in order. She prepared her

will and made her final arrangements. As part of these arrangements she

met with her Rabbi to talk about what type of funeral service she wanted,

etc.

She told her rabbi she had two final requests.

First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes

scattered over Bloomingdales.

Bloomingdales! the rabbi said. Why Bloomingdales?

That way, I know my daughters will visit me twice a week.