In our family of five children, I was the only boy - youngest. I never liked my father and he never liked me. Our mother died first and per her request, was cremated. The old man made it clear to his girls that he did not want to be cremated.
Some years later, I embarked on a hunting trip in the Republic of South Africa. I told my sisters that should he die, do not delay the funeral for my return. On the last day of my hunt, he died. My return flight was booked for September 11, 2001. All flights to the US were cancelled and I was stranded in Johannesburg for days. I was spared the choice of either being labeled a prick for not attending the funeral or a hypocrite for going. The funny part is, the girls he pampered had him cremated.
My wife and I both want direct cremation and then a party (band and everything) to be held in our honor at a later date. Since I'm almost twenty years her senior, it is likely she will be the one planning the party.