My brother died five and a half years ago. My mom kept some of his ashes before burying the rest. Every time they go on a trip, she takes him with. Odd, but hear me out. She places a small number of his ashes into vegetable capsules. Then when she’s on her trip, she spreads his ashes. She’s spread his ashes in Portugal, Spain, Peru, Mexico, and a few states within the US. He died young and wanted to travel. This is her way to take him around the world. Sky burial. Put my ass in a giant tower where the birds pick at my remains until the sun reduces what’s left into dust that blows onto the desert sand below. Sounds metal as hell.
But I probably wanna be buried, hopefully not in a crowded graveyard full of strangers. Maybe on an empty hill so I can be alone but with enough room so if I die first my husband will have space to be buried nearby and stuff, maybe with my pets too. At first, I would like to wait for a good while just in case I am not dead, just severely unconscious. Nothing would be worse than being alive but you can’t do anything when your family and friends have your funeral.