In case this didn’t work.
The scene: Dinner at his mom’s house. His cousins are in town. His mom changes the conversation to ‘What to do with my remains after I die.’
My guy: Well, I’ve got Dad’s ashes in my kitchen.
Me: Where in your kitchen?
My guy: In one of the kitchen cabinets.
Me: No. Not really, right?
My guy: Yeah, the kitchen cabinet.
Me: I cleaned out your kitchen cabinets.
My guy:….Did you throw away my dad? That’s a deal-breaker if you threw away my dad.

haha, OMG toe. i hope he still has a dad. knowing you though, i’m sure he’s still there..you wouldn’t have thrown out perfectly good “flour”.
No, but the more I thought about it the more I couldn’t remember seeing anything that could have potentially been ashes in his cupboard and I started worrying that maybe he had misplaced them or an ex threw them out and I would end up getting blamed for it either way.
Rest assured, he went home and looked for them and they were still there. And then his mom called the next day and tried to be all nonchalant and goes, “So, have you found Harv?”