I want to be encased in a 100ft tall robot representation of myself that has laser beams shooting out of its eyes and pisses napalm. It should wander the desert engaged in battle with Michael Jackson's laser beam shooting robot. Mine will win eventually due to its advantage of being able to piss napalm.
Seriously, I am going to be cremated. I could give a rat's lower torso about where my ashes are spread atm. Maybe by the time I die, I will find somewhere significant enough to have them spread.
