My Funeral: It's Everywhere You Want to Be.

I think funerals would be a lot easier to pay for/plan if they cancelled your credit cards a week AFTER you died.

I can only imagine my funeral if Visa was footing the bill. Burial at sea? Eff that, burial at at SPACE. Tony Curtis and the Robert Palmer girls put on a kick ass magic/slapstick comedy show culminating in a rocket shaped like an X-Wing blasting my paper-mache'd corpse off on a collision course with the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy.

Hey man, I worked myself to death trying to pay the seventy thousand dollar interest on a fifteen hundred dollar laptop, so the least you guys can do is pay to dig a hole through the center of the Earth and launch my bloated dead ass down it so fast that I pop back out the other side when gravity does its thing. People can even take best on how many times I pop up out either side before I finally settle in the core.