I don't want to be buried in the ground, rotting, with all those worms. What I would love is to have my body dropped where you have those big icebergs and the water is so cold and pure, to be eaten by a polar bear or a seal or an otter.
I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.
It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.
I have one last request. Don't use embalming fluid on me; I want to be stuffed with crab meat.
You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care.
My mother-in-law said, 'One day I will dance on your grave.' I said 'I hope you do; I will be buried at sea.'
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
