I don’t want a religious funeral service. I want to be cremated and either thrown into the wind or stuck in my family’s burial plot. Hey, what do I care - I’ll be dead.
And did I say I don’t want a religious funeral service? I want a good, old fashioned wake. Get all my friends together, have a big feed, tell jokes at my expense and remember me fondly, that’s all I ask.
Wrapped in cloth and buried under a tree is what I’ve long said is what I want, if there is any possible way to do it legally. After donating all my organs, of course.
One, it’s a valid ritual and a psychological boon to speed along the grieving/healing process. Closure, memorializing someone’s life, and support from family/community are all pretty important to the grieving process.
Two, the way that most funerals are done (the Christian ones anyway, i.e. the ones I’ve been to) I find creepy as all hell. I don’t want to look at the cold, pickled body of my relative in a big steel box, thanks. So, SO morbid. I’d like to remember them as they were when alive and vital. I’d much prefer if we’d get over this viewing-of-the-body thing, and just held a nice, tasteful memorial. Hell, throw a party – I’m a fan of Irish wakes. Just don’t invite the deceased. Go ahead and bury him first.
I want a great big party, for which I will set aside money. Open bar and all. The only thing that would bother me about my own funeral would be people standing around and looking dour.