Urn

Grandmother's ashes are in an urn at the temple.

The children broke the ancient urn.

Tom keeps the ashes of his cat in an urn.

This is an urn.

Tom keeps his guitar picks in an urn.

A rustic, digging in the ground by Padua, […]found an urn, or earthen pot, in which there was another urn.

His scattered limbs with my dead body burn, / And once more join us in the pious urn.

Mary Fibbs and all her friends start making coughing noises whenever I come near them, and then they all giggle and Mary says Grandfather mixes his cough medicine in the urns on top of the gate posts after dark with his umbrella, and now Jessamy!

So draw him home to those that mourn ⁠In vain; a favourable speed ⁠Ruffle thy mirror’d mast, and lead Thro’ prosperous floods his holy urn.

Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, / Tombless, with no remembrance over them.