How I'd like to go...?

A shroud, and buried beneath an apple tree sapling.

I'd like a piece of rough hewn stone sunk beside it. Because one of the things I love about graveyards is the symbiosis that occurs between plants and trees and old graves - where they 'grow' together and subtly shift and 'lean' over time. The apple, the yew and the willow are my favourite trees, but I love the apple best. Plus anyone who years later, might visit the 'grave' would have their lunch sorted...

As for the rest, an outdoors wake. Hopefully with plenty of 'sex and drugs and rock and roll', weather permitting of course...