Once the medics have recycled any bits of me worth bothering with, I would like my friends and family to have a bang up wake.

Let there be music, jokes, tall tales, roaring laughter and even some tears. When they've drunk all the booze, told all the stories, sung all the songs, let them dip me remains in liquid nitrogen, pulversize them and bury them in a carboard box.

Somewhere out of the way, with no marker, nothing for people to dwell on. Let the memories fade as I go back where I came from.

If people want to have a ceremony, that's up to them. In reality, funerals are for the living.

However, should I be forewarned of my impending doom, I should very much like to attend my wake.....   :0)