Look at the recent obituaries online or in the newspaper.
It pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away. Everyone told me it would happen one day but that was simply not something I wanted to hear, much less experience. So, the world doesn’t have me kicking around anymore. I’m gone! The devil finally called my name, the grim reaper came and pinched my soul. My spirit, released from this worn-out shell of a body explores the universe before the next reincarnation. I don’t want a funeral, they’re for the living, not the dead. I’m being cremated with no fuss and scattered, who knows where. Your choice.