As for me and my death, I'm gonna stick to my guns. And it goes a little something like this......
I want to be cremated right.....but just for about 5 minutes. Then pull me out to where some of my skin is melted, i am very charred, and overall incredibly fucked up looking. Then, I would like to be propped up in a glass tomb, perhaps with my arms outstretched in a grasping motion. Next, we will have strobe lights, fog machines, and many speakers playing Innagaddadavida through all hours of the day. Finally, to complete the mood, there will be a few rottweilers with rabies tied to posts in front of the tomb. The end.