As I don't plan on dying, rather, having my consciousness transferred to a much more suitable vassal, such a robotic shell, I will have complete control over my body's future. As such it will receive a an unassuming send off. Left in the middle of a prairie, where the animals or the earth can decide what to do with it.
Remember kids, the body is not a temple, it is a vessel to be shed in place of a more suitable and more durable metal husk at our earliest convenience.