I also heard something along that same subject (paraphrasing here, the tired brain cells just barely firing):
I attended a funeral the other day, open casket, in which the woman was laid, beautifully coiffed, made up and dressed, lying with a plastic fork in her hand. During the service the minister asked if we'd all noticed the fork in her hand. "It was her special request to be buried holding that fork," he told those gathered. "She loved her church and especially loved going to the potlucks held after church. What wonderful smells wafted through the foyer of the church as services let out. Grateful, hungry parishioners, their souls fed, gathered to feed the physical. And what a feast! Mouth-watering appetizers, favorite breads, home-made casseroles, famous dishes -- all arrayed on the long tables. But her favorite part, the one she told me she looked forward to the most was at the end, when all were asked to save their forks: the best was yet to come: dessert! She smiled and then told me, 'I want to be buried saving my fork, to let folks know I'm looking forward to the best part.'"
And, not to be morbid (I love to stroll thru cemeteries and read old headstones!) but I have another : I attended my grandma's funeral, held in a gazebo in the small cemetery at the edge of town. The gazebo had one solid wall and then just pillars holding the peaked roof up. Rose bushes surrounded the gazebo and large towering pine and fir trees offered shade to the grass around. Breezes blew through during the service. We'd arranged the flowers and pictures of a young, smiling grandma on tables with the one wall in the background. On the wall were several placques (I don't know if remains were behind them or not!), and one of them caught my eye. I've forgotten the lady's name but the placque read:
If you could see me now!
I loved it! Thank you, whatever your name is, wherever you are now!!