My plans are for my family to deal with me the cheapest manner that will allow them to grieve. Hopefully they'll just party. Get together and tell silly stories about themselves and I if they'd like. Have a few. Mourn if need be, but laugh most certainly.
If that means a pine plywood or particle wood box: great.
Because I won't be here anymore. All that remains was my shell.
The worm dyeth not.
For me their are two options. They can have me stuffed and put in a rocker and share custody; or they can put me in seven little urns and each one of my kids can decide what they want to do : put me in an exalted spot; or, flush me down the toilet. Whatever they want.
Johnny, you're good people.
If I get a postcard, I will have one and tell AllGator stories.
Mourn as much as one can for an internet fellow.
Laugh about all the things that ND fans laugh about.
Save a seat over ND Stadium for a guy.
If you go first.
If my dad proposes this to me, he is certainly getting stuffed. I get him on Sunday for GoT and my brother gets him whenever Michael Bay is blowing some shit up.
I want to be burned in a funeral pyre-- some real Viking or Achilles shit. And have some virgins sacrificed to accompany me along my journey. Then have some Biltmore Mansion-sized mausoleum built in my honor.
My family and friends better do this for me, or I'm gonna be pissed.