Normally I don’t like to think too much about my own death; it’s just a little too morbid for me.
But after the memorial I went to last weekend, I’ve pretty much decided all I want would be someone to say a few nice words, and be on your way. Booze is optional.
Buried or cremated, I don’t really care. Honestly, which ever is cheaper is fine with me. Once I’m dead, I won’t have much use for my body.
And for God’s sake, no type of open casket thing; that’s just freaky.