I have a remarkable stout and stubborn metal spoon. This spoon stirs up the stiffest dough, manhandles any meat, sautes the veggies and plays drums on the pots and pans. My mom gave me this spoon and I only wish I knew where she got it so long ago.
I would have you bury me with it. The great-grandchildren could all stand around me and remark on Granny and her spoon, but it would be a waste to put a spoon like that 6 feet under.
In this day and age of disposable $1000 kitchen appliances, I humbly present to you,
The Sturdy Spoon.
May you find one, too.