OUR NARRATIVE

We tapped into decades of wisdom and reinvented the traditional funeral urn. We took a classic shape of an egg, because of its universal appeal and applied it to the funeral industry, with the aim to gently shift views of the stigma on death and ash sharing. 

We provide beauty and art

Our cremation urns are a portal reflecting modern consumer tastes combined with a visual diary of our families experiences. Good design doesn’t start and end with the aesthetic of our products. It trickles into the overall experience our company provides to our customers.  

We provide beauty and art, so no one needs to know what lies inside.

A letter to Athan

....because we didn’t know how to say goodbye. There are no rules when it comes to grief, no time-frames or boundaries, just words. I hope you find comfort in this story.

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Home decor finally disrupts cremation

Cremation and disruption typically don’t go hand in hand but for UrbanRIP Inc. we are doing exactly that. Born out of the necessity to fill a gap in the market, introducing a discreet cremation urn for your home.

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11 things about...
cremation candlesticks and Eggs-Urns

Can our shifting views, to see death as a celebration of life, be combined with the importance of creating home environments that look and feel beautiful?

Celebrating World Egg Day

For centuries, eggs have nourished and connected families around the globe. For UrbanRIP, eggs inspired their new Candlestick Egg-Urn.

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Celebrating the Day of the Dead

Cremation and disruption typically don’t go hand in hand but for UrbanRIP Inc. we are doing exactly that. Born out of the necessity to fill a gap in the market, introducing a discreet cremation urn for your home.

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The Cremation of Sam McGee

A poem by BY ROBERT W. SERVICE. 
"Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows."


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We design discreet cremation ash sharing urns, that fit organically and seamlessly within your home’s décor. Because it's your story to keep or speak...this is ours.




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We design discreet cremation ash sharing urns, that fit organically and seamlessly within your home’s décor. Because it's your story to keep or speak...this is ours.




Celebrating
Day of the Dead

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THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE

“The Cremation of Sam McGee” is a famous poem written by Robert W. Service's, published in 1907. It's about the cremation of a prospector who freezes to death in Yukon, Canada. 


The writer was inspired while working in the Yukon, although the piece he writes about is fictional, Sam McGee was indeed a real person. Many parts of the poem are based on true events and places and inspired us to share.

A promise is a promise. 

Who is UrbanRIP? 

We are not a surf shop and we can’t promise you the perfect wave. But we can promise you a solid!!! 

Our cremation egg urns are created one by one; with integrity to safeguard your loved ones. We start with a solid block of U.S. stainless steel and ensure that each part is inspected five times before it reaches your home and your loved one. 

Years back, UrbaRIP Founder and Creative Director, Agnes Galas, made a promise to disrupt the funeral market. After completing three years of thrall research on the world’s oldest industry, that promise became a vision to make a change. A change to offer a solution and redirect our resistance and others' discomfort, to gently shift views of the stigma on death and to integrate funeral products within our home decor. The journey expanded on a long road, but the promise never wavered - because creating something beautiful and meaningful for your family is not only important to us, it’s an honour.      

This poem found on Poetry Foundation website speaks to that promise and reminds us of the journey. Any journey that opens your mind and softens your heart is worth taking. Time is not still but changing, constantly revealing life's shades and rearranging. 

We have also included a link we found on YouTube, narrated by Johnny Cash.

Enjoy...

THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that “he'd sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: “It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.”

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.” And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then “Here," said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked”; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm— Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

 


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CELEBRATING DAY OF THE DEAD

UrbanRIP joins the global celebration of the Day of the Dead


November 1 and 2 celebrate the Day of the Dead; all over the world we remember and celebrate the lives of our departed loved ones.

Death a natural part of a life

In many cultures, death is viewed as a natural part of a lifecycle, some cycles are long and some cycles are short and regardless of their length, they are all equally meaningful. While it’s expected to grieve a loved one, it’s also natural to want to celebrate their existence and the special place they had and will always have in our heart.

The Day of the Dead is celebrated in many parts of the world but it originates from Mexico, where it’s believed that loved ones awake and celebrate with the living. This tradition is filled with colour, music and dance. And rather than reflecting on it as a day of sadness, Mexican culture views this day as a celebration.

UrbanRIP, a Toronto design start-up, relates to the Mexican culture's inspiration of celebrating our loved ones that have departed by celebrating our departed ones not just once a year but every day, in our homes.

Enlightened by misfortune and inspired by nature, UrbanRIP brings a new option to families that choose cremation and wish to share their loved one’s ashes; a discreet urn option, the Candlestick Egg Urn, for ash-sharing that fits seamlessly within a home’s décor. Our lifestyle and busy lives may make it challenging to regularly pay tribute to a departed loved one, families and loved ones have a new and unique memorial solution available to them.

For those wanting to share ashes, UrbanRIP Candlestick-Egg-Urns are a convenient way to hold a small amount of cremated ashes, and display them proudly and discreetly within your home. Ash sharing may avoid conflict within the family and to keep a loved one close by. These urns also offer a memorial solution for beloved pets. In addition to offering a practical solution, these Candlestick Egg-Urns are beautifully designed. Unlike a traditional funeral cremation urn, their modern classic look complements the style of your home; concealed and revealed all at the same time.

UrbanRIP is rooted in the design of traditional modernism, their cremation urn is in the shape of an egg, because of its universal appeal – an egg is the beginning of all life forms, a seed with a promise of rebirth and hope. Paired with a candlestick that provides a burning light which can be used to celebrate and bring comfort and warmth to the memory of our departed loved ones, on special occasions and every day. The cremation urns are also designed with threadable and interchangeable components, making them modular, easy to create a personalized configuration and symbolize the healing process after a loss.

"You grieve a loss and rebuild slowly to love yourself without them. Rethreading yourself from within," UrbanRIP 

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OUR STORY

We created UrbanRIP and this is our story.

It all began on a crisp sunny winter’s day, with the courage to ask a single question. A question so simple yet filled with so much pain. "How can we honour and remember the memories and the lives we shared — when they can no longer be here?"

That question turned into a promise, and the promise turned into a vision to make a change. A change to offer a solution and redirect our resistance and others' discomfort, to face our sorrows while expressing gratitude, and to gently shift views of the stigma on death.

"When you're no longer here, we can lay you to rest, and continue to share our life near you...because we no longer have to hide you."
UrbanRIP

Our family experienced the loss of a beautiful baby boy named Athan. We never heard Athan's cry or looked into his eyes, as they were forever closed. Our family was cheated by fate and life changed forever – Athan was stillborn.

Dreams for a newborn were replaced by funeral, cremation and burial plans. Keeping a small portion of Athan’s ashes in our home was ultimately important to us, because we didn’t know how to say goodbye.

We wanted to have him close, to mourn his death in our own way, and to share our continued life with him near us. Most importantly, we wanted his memory kept in plain sight in our home, yet private at the same time.

Athan’s life had meaning and beauty, and his absence inspired the gift of hope, healing, and love.


Athan's handprints

Founded based on necessity

UrbanRIP was founded based on our family's need to find an urn that felt organic within our home elements. All of our products seamlessly integrate within everyday life and our surroundings, while bringing the comfort of keeping our loved ones close.

We adhere to excellence in craftsmanship and quality, and we create products to protect the integrity of the cremated remains of your loved ones.

Our products were designed to look discreet within your home so that only you know what beloved treasure lies within.

...It's an honour.

All UrbanRIP products can be personalized, and they are handcrafted out of solid bars of U.S. stainless steel, in Toronto, our hometown, where we can protect the ethics, quality, and workmanship of our products. Because creating something beautiful and meaningful for your family is not only important to us, it's an honour.

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