I don't think that you could have had any more pomp, under the circumstances, than Reagan got; but it started me thinking about my own demise and what I'd like pomp-wise. How about this? Cremate me (though I'm not sure that is allowed under Jewish religion) and put my ashes into a diet Pepsi bottle. Put the cap on the botttle. Assuming that you are in Manhattan - get on the 4 train and take it uptown. You should have the bottle of ashes out in the open - either on your lap - if you are sitting, or held in your hand if you are standing. Don't worry, no one will notice.
When you get to 161st street - which is where the train emerges from the tunnel and becomes elevated - get off with the bottle and walk downstairs to Yankee Stadium...
At Yankee Stadium, walk around under the El tracks for a while until you find the first homeless guy and whether he asks you for money or not - give him a crisp one-hundred dollar bill.
Continue on with the bottle of ashes until you reach the ticket booth at Yankee Stadium (anyone will do) and here you will --
[to be continued]