"How do, you want to be remembered? And how do, you feel about my plans for..."
Mine's gonna be inside a helicopter, hovering over a volcano. Instead of lowering me into the ground, the coffin containing whatever's left of me after the NHS're done with it is gonna get kicked down into it. A kind of express delivery to hell, if you think so. Music'd be provided live by Dave Gibb. The song? The Funeral Planner, of course.
"..And you say that when you get stuck, no one's gonna read your headstone..."