When I die, I only wanted white roses at my funeral. White roses are signs of pure intentions. At least, I don’t want them to lie over my grave. If they would feel happiness in my detah, I would be more greatful than them showering my grave with false tears. I wont require a funeral march either because they cause traffic. Traffics are a headache and people might be late because of me. I don’t want to cause trouble when I’m already dead. Also, people tend to throw coins in funeral marches. I don’t want people throwing coins at me on my funeral because I find it insulting. It’s as if I died really poor to even accept coins. I am very proud, I know. I wont require my family to kneel across the road while my dead body passes it (we do this because of traditions) because it would make them dirty. I wanted my family to be presentable in my mourning hours. I wanted to be buried while the sun is setting because it’s dramatic that way. And if I really have a spirit (I don’t believe it though), I wanted to fulfill my regrets first and embrace those people I loved one last time before disappearing entirely from their lives. My ideal death.