I've taken my late partners example and signed up for the willed body program with the local university.

I am 65 and have discussed with my daughters....I wil be creamated. I suggested they take some inheritance and throw a big party in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Have a boat cruise and dump my ashes in Banderos Bay. It's a selebration of life. There will be no religion connections....just earthly celebrations.

My mother was incredibly surprised to find out several years ago that my father wanted to be cremated, no memorial and just a family dinner. His ashes almost where he did every day with the same view and will be buried with her.

I've told my family to stick me in a bin bag and throw me in the incinerator, cheapest possible funeral, if at all. If people want to have a bit of a piss up to recall what a bastard I was they can feel free to do it at their own expense.
I'll be dead, what does it matter to me what is done with my corpse?

The catered party with band sounds like a great idea, and one I had as well.

Funerals are rather fun, even if they are solemn occasions they are still a big get together where you meet all kinds of folks you haven’t seen for ages. I want my funeral to be celebratory.

I seriously do not care. I'll have ended and what happens to this bag of bones makes no difference to me. I would like to leave a few quid behind a bar somewhere so my kids can have a drink on me.

Leave you wishes with someone impartial who can carry it out for you so incase if your family are upset by this you know they have that separation.

I have assisted with a few funerals, mostly ash burials, or scatterings. One was centered around the pushing of the button of the incinerator, a little too real for some, so part of the gathering went to witness the pushing of the button, and some stayed in the chapel of the funeral home.

Most of the events have some stories or poems that encapsulate the loved one's life and passions. It's a way for people to pay tribute to the real you, whether they learn something new or are reminded of your values. They can maybe take something of the ethical legacy you leave behind to incorporate into their futures.

For my funeral, my daughter has promised to dance a hula to a favorite song of mine. I'm glad she hasn't started choreographing it yet, and of course I'll never see her dance it, but it's comforting just to know (or think I know) that it will be done.

Our last rites are none of our business. Others will take care of it.

In my will, I saId I want to be cremated, and my ashes spread over my beloved Cascade Mountains.

I don't care if my daughter drives toward Stevens Pass, walks into the woods and dumps my ashes. Fertilizer.