I want it to be marvelled at. The way it was in my 20s, when I was at my physical peak. . . .

Seriously? I'd like my old, old, 120-year-old corpse transported to India, anointed wth ghee, herbs, spices, and flowers, set afire, and allowed to float down the Ganges until my soul is transported. . . . .

That's the way to go in fiirst class. . . .