Mrs F here - no funeral, cremate and throw the ashes around in the high mountains.
However, if Mr F insists on a cermony of some sort, a traditional New Orleans funeral with the musicians walking down our little street here out in the sticks. There are some of those bands that could be brought up from the nearest city. No body in a coffin, however. The coffin could be a big ice chest full of beer, have a nice picnic down at the lake after.
If Mr. f couldn't bring himself to cremate me, then he would have to freeze dry me in a flying position ( like superman), and hang me from a tall pine out in the yard. I would be FREE as a bird!!!
WOW ! My stunning comedic bride ! Can't match that ! Gawd! Don't even want to think what she'll do with me if I croak ! I just want to have my ashes stuffed into a pillow for her to sleep on ! LOL! Are we weird or what ? Mrs. Flipper thinks it's normal ! Peace out, Mr. & Mrs. Flipper