Just throw my ass in a pine box and dump me in a hole. No elaborate ceremony, no fancy casket that’s just going to serve as a container for the organic soup I inevitably become, or putting me in a pot on the mantle. I’m dead, the body is just a shell, let the worms have me and be done with it.

However, I do require one thing be done upon my demise:

The Klingon Death Ritual