Definitely a Circus Cannon

Interesting conversation I had today. Somehow, we got on the subject of how I'd want to go out. Or, more accurately, I got on the subject of what I wanted done with my mortal remains after I pass on. It's a conversation I've had before, to be honest. I've pretty much settled on being shot out of a circus cannon. I mean, after I die, anyway. I'd like my body shot out of a circus cannon into a residential neighborhood. Now, I realize that this isn't exactly safe or very doable. But I'd be dead, so sue me.

However, tonight, I think I came up with a solution that would work a little better. Don't get me wrong, I still want to be shot out of a circus cannon, that's not negotiable. However, I'd like to have my friends take turns shooting me out of a circus cannon. The first one to get my body into the grave would win a prize. No, I don't know what kind of prize, but certainly something from the top shelf.

See, when I go, I want whatever is done to mark my passing to include lots of laughs. Really and truly, that's all I ask. I'd like for whomever shall gather to remember me to live it up, have a party, and to laugh. It's what I want in life, and it's what I'd want after I'm gone.

So. How do you want to go out?