You know, I think if I had my choice of anything, I'd choose to be in that moment just after you've finished making love, when the only thing floating through your mind is a bit of happy serenity, and be vaporized without warning by a nuclear bomb going off five feet away.
Barring something like that happening to my body, though, I plan on being cremated as soon as possible after I die. I don't like the idea of being a "dead thing".
I don't relish the idea of being chopped into pieces and having a coroner tossing chunks of me on a steel table as he makes dispassionate comments about how much my heart weighs or the contents of my intestines, or being spray painted and stuffed in a box with my eyes and mouth sewn shut so everyone I knew can wander pass and stare at my corpse and make comments like "he looks so peaceful and dignified". I DEFINITELY don't like the idea of spending decades and centuries rotting in some vault in the ground so an archaeologist can dig up what's left of me a few centuries from now and roll my skull around in his hands and comment on how primitive dental work was when I lived.
Nope, it's cremation for me. If I get my way, it's going to be no autopsies, no undertakers, no wakes, and no funerals. I want to be dumped straight in the furnace, be burned to ash, and have the ashes scattered post haste, because there's something else I don't want to be: the residue filling a vase on someone's mantle. I'm sorry, but that's just creepy as all Hell.
"Look, I had my mommy burned to cinders and now I keep what's left of her body right here in front of the family portrait."
Ewwwwwwwww....