Fascinating taking/saving seeds for the next world, reminds me of an old film, a garden in a spaceship, and I think the two men who tended it argued or died, all that was left was these two little robots bustling around looking after the plants - the last remains of Earth.
Or, on a more happier note, the Beaker people, who always took a cup with them to the afterworld, and probably a leg of pork as well.

Now filled the hallowed cup of clay
Withdrew from Cromlech's summit grey
Last night procured in locks of wool,
Filled it with care and filled it full,
Such beverage suits etherial sprite
Ere it ascends to realms of light.
Place it contiguous to the head