Sometimes I think about my funeral, and I think to myself did I lead a respectful life? No. So why would I have a respectful funeral. So when I die, my ashes are going to be mixed with glitter, and then they are going to be exploded out of my coffin like a firework display. Whilst I and the glitter rain down on my guests, THX 4 THE MMRS by Fall out Boy shall play loudly.