At my funeral, I want "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling Stones to be played. There will be snacks galore and alcohol (preferably vodka in mango juice) being distributed.
While my coffin is being carried wherever it's going, I want the second movement to Beethoven's 7th Symphony being played.
Appropriate eulogies, etc. will be exchanged. The religious authority presiding over it will say, "We now banish him to the realm of the damned! The damned good-looking!" (ba-dum tish)
Everyone will gather round as my casket is rolled into the pressure cooker and cremated. Everyone will say their teary-eyed farewells and disband.
Then, from a distance, I will sit in the back of my tinted-window limousine, smirk ever so slightly, and then gently tap on the glass to let my driver know that it's time to go.
And for no apparent reason, either "Gimme Shelter" by the Rolling Stones or "Extreme Ways" by Moby should begin playing as we drive down the dusty path.