Aww... Bodies do that though, we're only made of the same stuff that earth is when you get right down to it. I say "only", but it's amazing stuff really.
Y'know, my mother couldn't stand the thought of being "shut in a box" even after cremation, so she asked for her ashes to be scattered somewhere that meant a huge amount to her personally (a beauty spot she'd honeymooned in). My dad always said he didn't care what anyone did with his remains, just dispose of it tidily please and don't make a fuss, but anyway he too was cremated and my sister scattered the ashes where he had scattered my mother's years before (I believe she did tell him before he died that she would be doing this and I think it pleased him, though he wasn't the type to admit it out loud). So they weren't physically in one place at all, probably, but in another way, definitely in a symbolic way, they were free and together.
XH on the other hand used to say when I died he would have me embalmed and keep me in a corner of the lounge. I'm fairly sure he meant it to be either affectionate or funny rather than horrifying. Maybe. For my own wishes, I don't want to be "shut in a box" either...
There are so many worse places for a child's remains to be than blended with the soil of her home country.