This is a hard one to pick because, well, obviously I won’t be there, so it really shouldn’t matter.
And no one likes thinking about their funeral. So. I’ll make this quick and painless.
I don’t want it to be a sad and morbid and “can’t believe she’s gone” kind of thing.
I try to be funny. And have fun. And enjoy things. So when I die at the ripe ol’ age of 189, I want people to remember all those things. And listen to a happier song. Like this one: