The Temple that was burned on the last night. People put notes and pictures to loved ones who have passed and they go up in the fire. I wrote in sharpie on the Temple, "Grandpa H, Our puppy, We miss you." He used to greet us with, "Hello dogs (keep in mind, we were adorable little blond girls)", and we'd respond with, "Hi Puppy (to our grisly old crusty farmer grandfather...who was secretly sweet and gooey inside)!". (Photo from Sturdy)