Yes, that's right--Wendy's. I figure I've spent so much time there while alive (actually, I've spent so much time in the drive thru while alive), that I should have a funeral there, too.
At the agreed-upon time, people should converge on the Wendy's and order the number 4 combo (the Baconator), preferably with a Caesar side salad and water, though in moments of extreme distress, sweet tea is fine. Those out-of-town should rush to their local Wendy's at the same time and can keep up with the proceedings via cell phone.
People can sit at whatever tables they wish, but they should leave a center table empty so that any funeral goer who wishes to share a memory can have a central location to do so.  For example:
"I met her on Craigslist in the adult ad sect---This-uhjuicyburger--sorry---we went out a few times.  If I'd uh known she would die so soon, I would've taken her some place more expensive, like La Quinta."
                                               
In further tribute to me, people may wish to appopriate my habits, if only for a day.  Some will just eat in their cars in the parking lot, because they can't be bothered to go inside.  Also, there is no reason to dispose of your Wendy's bag and drink in a garbage can when you can just throw it in the floor of your car.
If you wish to extend the celebration to the place I once lived, extra fries can be pushed at my dogs through the chain link fence.  Make them take turns.  Also, I sometimes make the neighbors wonder by sitting in my car in our driveway and watching the cats climb my windshield to my roof (I can't afford a glass bottom boat, but I can pretend I'm watching lions on safari).  Then I feed them fries through my window.
But, no one can leave Wendy's without doing the funeral salute.  This involves all the cars circling Wendy's and honking in unison.  And everyone should put at least a quarter in the Dave Thomas adoption fund.  It is only right.
So, there is my plan on how I want to be remembered.  Someone may want to fling my ashes on the little mulchy area near the drive thru speakers, and if so, let it be done.  Weep not, my friends, for I'll have gone to that great burger joint in the sky.  Do not be surprised if you catch a glimpse of me in your chocolate frosty.
                                                    
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I love this kid from Wife Swap! Go, Lil Curtis!