Fantasy of my own funeral

Sometimes I fantasise about my own funeral, pondering who will be there, where it will be held and what will be spoken of me. As my lifeless body rests in the coffin, what would remain in another's mind? As they stare onto my face covered with makeup, what would they mumble to my corpse?

I probably won’t be there to witness it, but I sincerely wish others find my presence enjoyable and worthy of their time, for life ultimately boils down to your relationships with others