I am hoping my family throws a party and feeds everyone homemade
pizza ,bread, BBQ, sending them home with plates of food.
I hope they bury me in my dingy white overalls , unenbalmed, in a coffin made of scavenged
wood, with a tree as a headstone.
I hope it's on my little garden plot, were I'd have spent my final years baking,building, making charcoal, raising muskovies, and growing sweet acorns.
But I can't get them to listen to me while I'm here, so I'm pretty sure even the simplest of those hopes will remain dreams.
Buying a fancyfull coffin while you are alive seems like a safer bet.