Just burn my bods and pop me in a box and spread me out of the wide blue ocean.
I just can't see myself placed in the ground in some fancy ornate box that will bust apart in 5 years.
Keep your money and have a heck of a party in my honor.
Invite strippers and there must be a minimum of 3 kegs drank.
Sorry Hos..I know your not a drinker. It will be a boring funeral for you.
I've got a prayer on my desk. It says, "Dear Lord, I pray that my place will never be with the cold, timid souls who do not compete yet criticize, for they never know or feel success or failure."
~ BoB Stoops