@Smokin Joe
Goldfish get buried in old jewelry boxes and buried in the backyard. That is how small children learn about death. Until the tenth or so. Then poor Goldie gets flushed out to sea.
I grew up on the water, so goldfish got 'burial at sea" (via the toilet, of course). Dogs were buried in the yard or where they liked to play. We never had a cat. But, yes, that is how kids learn, unless they lost someone close before that.
When I go, odd as it may sound, I'll be done with this body. That will be the reason I go, it won't work any more. What happens to it then really doesn't matter so much to me, although I get that those I leave behind may choose to honor me by honoring it. It will have served it's purpose and done everything I needed it to do, acting as a vehicle which let me build, to hold, to love, to help create other life, to console, provide, to help others, and even on occasion, to fight for what is right.
That's what Our Creator gave it to me for, but by then, it's use will be done and my soul will be elsewhere.
I just hope in that final tally, I used it well, in His service.