On our way back from my mom's funeral last year, my daughter asked me "Mom, what should we sing at your funeral?"
So I told her, this one, and have some fun while you're at it:
But first, I want to throw that Harley Party when I turn 80. And afterwards, of course, I want take to the roads of South Africa on my Harley, with my camera and my dogs. Those panniers are ideal for this, I'll just get rid of those lids.
And what to do with my ashes? Easy enough: Mount Everest.
She knows me well enough, to know that I'm not kidding - although she muttered under her breath, "you are joking, right?"
Nope.
(Of course I'm joking, but as the saying goes, dreams are free, and for that matter, a sense of humor comes at no price too)
Take care!