No thanks! I don't want to be buried at all. What they do with my body when I'm through with it, I couldn't care less. I told my wife, if I die before she does, to throw my body in the nearest dumpster, wait a couple of days, and declare me missing.
She didn't like the idea at all. I was beginning to think she was more sentimental than I had believed.
"Honey," I said, "look at the money you'll save on the funeral expenses."
"Pff!" she said.
"What do you mean, 'Pff!'?"
"I mean," she said in that you-have-to-explain-everything-to-a-man tone, "what good is it to save a few bucks on a funeral, if I can't collect the life insurance because I can't prove you're dead?"
My wife's so smart. Aren't I lucky?
Hank