Couldn’t care less, I’ll be dead.
The family grave is already paid for: either I die close enough to get buried there (and I doubt my family will have the good sense to dress me in my nerdiest clothes, sigh) or it’s “donate the body to science” - I don’t think med school cadavers wear a lot of Stuff.
At the funeral I’d like my Navarrese flag on display. In the grave, like I said, whichever my nerdiest clothes happen to be at the time. Right now it would be a toss between the untranslatable no me toques los fueros (with a pic of two fried eggs; it’s a play on words between “don’t touch my eggs(balls)/don’t push me too far” and “don’t touch my legal system”) and that one saying “I’m not weird, I’m special”.
I’m with BubbaDog. Scatter me where ever.
jz78817, the memorial isn’t for you, it’s for the folks left behind. Roll with it, dude.
If I have to be buried, I want to be buried with Hugh Laurie. And I’m on top.
Hey, I was being flexible.
Options should always be available to my Executor.
I want to be buried with my secrets.
All of the presents that I received on the Christmas before I passed away, in 2359.
Oh I LIKE this one!
Once any useful bits have been taken out, I’d like to be buried as junk free as possible, with a tree planted on top.
Preferably a heritage apple tree, both because I’d like to help preserve them, and to squick out the squeamish.
Cremation is my choice, but I’d like my friends to throw a rabble-rousin’ wake for me. And I’d like my Master’s certificate and my ceremonial uniform and Black Belt to be on display.
You can bury me with anything of mine that nobody wants.
But throw in Scarlett Johansson. 