Hey Pandas, How Do You Want Your Funeral To Go? (Closed)

I have 2 plans
1. Open caskest and be buried next to my dad if he passes before me, also if I'm married by then I want to be buried in my wedding grown.
2. Be cremated and some of my ashes spread in places I love, like black mountain in ramona ca or at a waterfall in the desert, and in places my ancestors were from(Ireland, there's a castle with my same last name there, Scotland, Belgium, and Switzerland. If there's any left I want it to be buried next to my dad(if he is passed before me).
Either way ill have some sort of memorial or funeral and there will be music I grew up with(mostly celtic folk and sea shanties) and some others. I want it to celebrate what I loved and how I lived, not mourning my death

i want my family to play See You Again by Charlie Puth and Wiz Khalifa during the actual funeral and the Coffin Dance when they burry me.

(28 words) I want the f*cking song Angels Of Death by: Slayer playing at my funeral and everyone to headbang and cry me a river. The End

Winter woods, vintage globe string lights in the trees, sunset. Black tie event. Dark, bloodred carpet. Candles everywhere. My video will plays with Sleeping At Last's Saturn in the background. Hot cocoa and brandy is served. A celtic band plays. Everyone releases lanterns into the sky. Four sexy pallbearers in vests and bowties carry my coffin to the sea. Enya says old pagan blessing in Gaelic over my body, naked except for a white cambric sheet and an assortnent of crystals, and I'm pushed off from shore. Flaming arrows are fired into my coffin-boat and as A Whiter Shade Of Pale blasts over speakers. My friends, family, and those I tricked into liking me watch my receding body burn into the dark horizon as I become one with the stars. Then everybody departs along a lane lit only by candles.

I want a bunch of people singing sweet caroline then country road and then I will be absolutley yeeted into the grave then my kids will grow up and then I will wake up and say what a wierd dream.

Know what I want for my funeral?

Zombies and Rainbows.

Know what I want on my gravestone?

"Start loving people for who they really are or I will haunt you."

I want everyone to wear something yellow (my favorite color) and not be sad. I hate making people I care about sad, so I want the overall mood to be an upbeat celebration with all of MY favorite music. Also, I want to have a tree planted in me (or however that works). Chick fil a caters.

Ideally around New Year’s Eve/ New Year’s Day. Its such a happy time of the year. I’d want my funeral to be full of life, joy and promise for the future despite mourning.

When I shuffle off this thing we call life, my partner has agreed to my wish that (once I'm definitely and irrevocably dead) and my closest friends and family have been informed and have had time to come and see my remains should they wish (possibly, in one or two cases to give me a prod, just to make sure) I get carted off to the crematorium without any ceremony, burnt to a crisp, then everyone is to congregate in a half way decent pub or hotel and have a few beers (or more) to talk bollocks and laugh about the stupid stuff I've done over my lifetime ...... with my ashes on the bar.

Still can't beat a funeral I went to years ago of a pub landlord who had insisted that he was propped up, in his open coffin in his best suit with a cigarette in his mouth and a whiskey in his hand (they used wire - don't ask), in the back bar of his pub. By the time of the burial, just across the road, everyone was drunk, he was dropped, twice on the way there, and the vicar had a fit of the giggles halfway through the interment ..... excellent day.

I want my friends to sing my favorite song when I die. I also want the coffin dancers to come so it can be fun. Also, I will make a quiz to see who knows me the most. Also, I want to donate everything to different orphanages and LGBTQ+ schools, and or homes.

I would want my funeral to celebrate my life . And also grieve a little

Burn all my belongings next to my grave then put on see you again, so every one will cry while being warmed by the bonfire of my stuff.

My engraved wooden plaque is going to read ' Be nice, or I'll haunt you and find a way to superglue your nostrils from beyond the grave...'

I want to be cremated then I want my family to take my ashes up above the tree line in the Alps in Switzerland, on a mountain that holds my favorite town, and leave me there with a toblerone and sunglasses...just because.

If my family insists I be buried I want my stone to read “Being sober sucked.”

I want my body placed in a rocket that gets sent into the sun.

2 words. Neptune Society.

Okay, so you know the .50 BMG? Guess what I want to be fired at me. How powerful is the weapon so adored for its unrefined power.