I have an order that if I can only be kept alive by machines, turn them off. No heroic measures. I drew that up with my will last year.
After death, use whatever can be used, then cremate the rest. And I want about the opposite of my brother's funeral; he had canned hymn music, somber people sitting around in black, and an ancient funeral director who turned his service into a Jesus call. It was awful. I want a New Orleans jazz band, and/or the drum band from Titanic
. Huge bash, no crying allowed.
After that, I'll either be scattered somewhere I love or put into a fake rock in one of those rock gardens springing up in cemeteries now. I can see it now: my kids will go visit "Mom's Rock" on Sunday afternoons :P.
I've also considered donating myself to the Body Farm in Tennessee.