When my husband died I placed photos of us, our sons and our four dogs, some dog treats (for our two dogs who had already died), his reading glasses, a bunch of snowdrops picked from our garden and a letter I wrote to him that day in his coffin. The undertaker also placed the caskets containing the ashes of our two dogs in beside him. When my dad died two years later I placed photos, reading glasses, the Sporting Press, a pen and Glasgow Rangers scarf (my Dad had told me he wanted buried with this scarf) and dog biscuits. My Mum and brother were also buried with photos, dog treats and flowers from our garden. It gave me a great deal of comfort that I could do that final thing for them and my son knows that the ashes of my two other dogs are to be buried with me when I go.