I dislike the idea I will be in any way remembered with regret for my being gone - a natural human emotion for some who have been close to us. Mourning has dominated a large part of my existence and I do not wish its attachment to me when I'm gone in making anyone suffer.
For this reason I would be happy to be utterly forgotten.
My death is irrelevant. It cannot be undignified for my body is only a shell of passage - another irrelevance after deaths passing - preferably one others have no need of dealing or troubled by. Burning on a boat or rotting in deserted woodland seem idyllic. But some other way is more likely. I would suggest the most cost effective for the sake of brevity and minimal onus on those around at the time. To me it is a complete misnoma.
Those I have stood with me have all memory of me that is representative of my life. That is where any meaning was forged.
It is what it is and it is enough.
We each are what reality places before and behind us. We each are to each other what we have offered of ourselves whether it be taken or rejected. It is all a person can give.