We seem to be so squeamish about death here. It's the one constant; it's what we all know will come & yet we tuck it away in sanitised rituals which are often deeply impersonal. I say keep me in the front room for a couple of days, just to make sure, then light a fire under me, somewhere else of course; though I do love graveyards.
I always think of the tale about Byron & Shelley when I think of grand gestures; where Shelley' s washed up on the shore, Byron plucks out his heart & a grand bonfire ensues. They knew how to do it in them days:)