Well, I've buried both of my JW parents in the past three years, and this is what I did:
My dad committed suicide in 2003, mostly due to the harsh treatment meted out to him by the elders in his congregation. An elder called to offer sympathy the day Dad's body was found, and I told him off in no uncertain terms and made it clear that NO elders were welcome at the funeral. We held a memorial service at Dad's retirement home, because it was full of people who genuinely cared about him and some of them wouldn't have been able to get to another location. I invited all who wanted to say something about Dad to come up and speak, which mortally offended the elder friend (old friend from another congregation) who had agreed to speak. He also choked on the idea that we didn't want him using the Society's outline for an infomercial but just wanted a brief 10 minutes explaining Dad's beliefs, which we thought was respectful and appropriate. We had another friend do it who didn't have the same organizational concerns as the elder. It was a beautiful tribute to Dad. A few Witnesses showed up without an invitation and quite a few of them left in a huff when they found out that one of the residents was going to start the service by singing "Amazing Grace." Oh, the scandal! I think they're still talking about that in South Dallas.
So when my mom passed away in February 2005, after suffering from Alzheimer's for about 10 years, there was no way I was having anything public. We had a private graveside service with only two families invited (both JW's, one almost out and the other was the elder who pitched a fit about Dad's service -- we've made up since then because our relationship as friends is very important to all of us) and each of us stood up and told a favorite story about Mom. No prayer, just reminiscences, and then we all went to Mom's favorite Greek restaurant, raised a glass in her honor, and ate a meal. The hospice chaplain attended also and said a few words -- it was really kind of him to come.
I found out that a couple of the South Dallas elders were trying to find out when the "service" was, probably in an effort to crash it and get more gossip. A**holes. The funeral director was kind and told everyone who called that it was a private service. And since I was so rude as to not invite the curious masses, I did not get one sympathy card or flower from any of them.
As to whether Mom and Dad would have approved of their funerals -- I don't know. I like to think that Mom, who hated hypocrisy, would have approved of a small service that memorialized her life done by people who really and truly liked her. Dad would have liked all the attention, good and bad.
Both services satisfied the living: me, my husband, and our children, and in the end that's what counts.
Nina