Update (January 7, 11:45 A.M.): Todd Fisher confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter Thursday that his sister’s ashes had indeed been buried in a Prozac-pill urn. “It was a porcelain antique Prozac pill from the ’50s that was one of Carrie’s prized possessions,” he told T.H.R.. Fisher also confirmed that the family will be holding a public memorial for his late sister, who died on December 27 of last year, and late mother Debbie Reynolds, who died the following day.

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When Carrie Fisher died last Tuesday, she left behind a legacy of profound humor. Her friend Penny Marshall once called her “a one-woman show” long before she performed her autobiographical Broadway hit, Wishful Drinking (adapted from her memoir). The former Star Wars princess, accomplished writer, and well-known funny lady was honored at a private memorial service on Thursday. On Friday, Fisher was buried alongside her mother, Debbie Reynolds, at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. There is something peculiar in the burial-site photos that would have put Fisher herself in stitches: her brother, Todd Fisher, is seen carrying what E! notes is an urn shaped like a Prozac pill, with what appear to be the markings for the antidepressant written on the side.

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Fisher, long open about her own bipolar disorder, was an advocate for others with mental illness. The cover of her 2008 book, Wishful Drinking, features a collection of spilled pills, and she incorporated mental-health themes into her jokes:

“I thought I would inaugurate a Bipolar Pride Day. You know, with floats and parades and stuff! On the floats we would get the depressives, and they wouldn’t even have to leave their beds—we’d just roll their beds out of their houses, and they could continue staring off miserably into space. And then for the manics, we’d have the manic marching band, with manics laughing and talking and shopping and fucking and making bad judgment calls.”

Fisher also made light of her own afterlife years before her death. In reference to George Lucas’s insistence that Fisher, as Princess Lea, could not wear a bra, “because there’s no underwear in space,” she wrote the following in her 2008 memoir:

“What happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't—so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”

We'd like to imagine she threw in a request about a Prozac-pill urn at some point—for one final laugh.