There is a little pond across the street from where we live. I just shared with husband that, upon my demise, I would like a Viking funeral on that pond. It would be a simple process where friends and family could meet at the side of the pond where I am ready for the journey, Ed could push the disposable boat out into the pond tossing in a couple of fire starters in at the last minute. I drift slowly across the pond while becoming a crispy critter and enentually sinking. No muss, no fuss. Then he can walk everybody back to our place for a party. He has no sense of humor about death.