I have already told my husband-- cremation in the cheapest container available, then scatter my ashes off a point that means a lot to me. Then I'm in the air, the water, and the ground. I wish I had that comfort from my loved ones that have gone before-- that the last of their earthly selves might be in the breeze on my cheek or the wave over my foot. That may be beyond morbid, but it would be such a comfort to me. As it is, the hands that stroked my hair with such love are buried underground. That's a lot harder.