for my funeral i want to e spitroasted, if that is what you call that thing you do cooking pig on a fire rotating it kind of thing. i want to be spitroasted, everyone that turns up has to eat some bits of me, they have to and they have to wear only clothes made from plants, like leaves or something. no one is allowed to change any of these plans. i want lot's of loud slipknot music playing, flatout, and yes, whatever, ev eryone has to smoke weed there, get their appetite going.