When I die, I want to have my head set out on a table like a fondu bowl, and all my friends could come along and pack the stuff that's inside my head into various pipes and bongs, and take a hit just so that they could perceive the world the way I did in life.

I'd need a really good embalmer to put some kind of goofy look on my dead face so that all the people coming up to pay their respects wouldn't get all creeped out. They would know by the look on my face that it's okay to take a little pinch out and have a hoot.

Then, after my head got scooped out and cleaned up, I'd want my skull to retire sitting on some professor's desk. It would have to be an art professor and he'd have to be cool too. Then when he retired he'd need to pass the skull on to one of his protoges, who would pass it on to the next generation of cool profs. I'd eventaully end up on some desk in the future and there'd be hover cars and robots everwhere, and my skull would be out there, mingling with those cool things, instead of all rotted in the ground.

Then maybe after that, all the civilizations on earth would get wiped out and some aliens would come and find my preserved skull in some old ruins, they'd be like "Dude, check it out!", except they'd be saying it in some weird alien language that's all made up of smells. This alien race would catalogue me as an archeological find, and put cast replicas on my skull on all it's university professor's desks.

As if that's not, like, a million times cooler than just getting your head burried in the dirt or burnt up with the rest of your body when you die.