What I want.

I used to want to be cremated when I died. I always thought, hell, I'm not using the body when I'm gone, so we might as well just plant my ashes with a tree. Which I do think is a really good idea. But today I've changed my mind.
When you are buried at least there is a place where people that love you can go and commune. I don't know how much communing there would actually be around my gravesite, but I do think that it helps those that are left behind. So I've changed my mind. I no longer want to be cremated. (If you listen closely, you will be able to hear my mother breathe a sigh of relief.)
I also don't want a depressing service. I want good things said about me. Funny things. Amazing Grace, (even though it always makes Chelvis cry) is a fine song as long as at some point in the service, Clapton's Tears in Heaven is played. Don't roll your eyes like that, or I'll insist that Pink Floyds, "Dogs" is played, in it's entirety, length of 17:04.

Drink, smile, laugh. Celebrate my life. Have a good time and don't feel guilty about it.

Now, I'm not anticipating dying before the ripe old age of 100, but in talking with Amy today after her Dad's funeral... well I got to thinkin.
Part of what got me thinkin, was her saying to several of us, "Please tell someone what you want [in a funeral] or write it down somewhere, so they don't have to go through this." This being the sheer torture of having to grieve for a loved one and plan their funeral at the same time, the planning all based on assumptions.
So, not only did Jorma and I discuss it but I'm also writing it here, for the viewing pleasure of the entire internet.
I wouldn't bitch about a gospel choir being there either. That would rock.