Full body donation. Only way to go. Less pain and expen$e for any survivors.
I know from experience that coffins are heavy. REALLY F@#KING HEAVY.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to look dignified and respectful when you are getting a double hernia?
So for the comedy, I want six weak men and throw a load of bricks in with me.
Same, my body (but specifically my skeleton) is going to my alma mater. I want some undergrad student to pretend to beat their lab partner over the head with my femur. 
But if, for some reason, this doesn’t happen, then I really don’t give a shit who does what. In fact, the hell with funeral costs, my relatives can wrap my body in newspaper and chuck it in a ravine, for all I care.
I’m opting for a Hefty bag and a curbside pick-up, so the usual guys who come around Friday mornings will be fine.
I’m essentially unconcerned with what happens at my funeral or to my body once I die. I have no preference whatsoever about cremation or interment, or donation. The way I see it, a funeral is for the people who cared about me to mourn my passing. If a close relative is around and feels passionately about me being buried in the family plot, or being cremated and my ashes spread somewhere or kept in an urn, I really just don’t care. The funeral isn’t for me, I won’t have an opinion or a concern at that point.
If I could “advise” my survivors I’d say “It’s hard to put someone in the ground for under $10,000; you can cremate someone for a few thousand or donate the body, but do whatever you feel comfortable with.” I think its “weird” there are people that are “bothered” by the fact their rotting corpse might be thrown in the ground or their body burnt to ashes. Why does that matter? It’s just a hunk of dead meat either way, and you won’t be around to think about what’s happening to it.
There ain’t going to be any body at my wake. I find the concept rather morbid. So, no funeral for me in the conventional sense. I did set aside 10 grand in my will for the party, but my buddy seems to think that’s not enough money. He’s insisting that I at least throw in an inflation factor. I still think 10 grand will buy a lot of booze though. In as much as I don’t care what happens to my body, I asked to be cremated and then tossed into the Santa Barbara Channel.
I have two friends I have mentioned it to (and clued in my wife as well) but I hate to really obligate people. It could be a weekday/workday and I would prefer that friends save the vacation time to do something fun.
That reminds me of an old joke about ashes, a batch or 5 alarm chili, and ripping up some asses one last time. Should have done it with the buddy who told me that joke - he would have probably really appreciated the gesture.