Too true, but also remember that - "The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe" (some here may recognize that)
Back to the topic at hand...My ashes usually just go on the ground to be blown around by the wind and my butts go either in the coals in my grill, or in the campfire, depending on where I'm smoking.
A little Frank Zappa! Loved that album..
Mine go in the deck ashtry until the next day. I dump those into the trash can and repeat...
Like my father before me, I will work the land,
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand.