I'd like to be remembered as ill Duce. ill as in sick. Also Spiderman, and hopefully my pet tarantulas would find a good home.
I would want to die from a venemous arachnid bite and found half decomposed flesh partially eaten by wolves and two pallbearers because there's only two handles on a garbage can and some prayer warriors praying for my soul. Closed casket (or garbage can) funny funeral. I'd also like to be hung upside down and used as target practice for a while. I'd want my corpse spit on, mutilated, and urinated on as well to share in the humiliation and desecration of Il Duce, Jesus Christ, and the many souls I venerate who died without dignity or burial whose corpses were abused.
I would eventually like a Catholic priest to celebrate mass for the repose of my soul but not have too much good said about me, for I get more prayers if it sounds like my soul is in jeaprody. I'd want lots of laughter at my funeral as well though. I'd like it to more resemble a wedding with lots of drunkards dancing, and talking with slurred speech about what a nut I was and using me as the subject of their songs.
Would want my body to be kept in a box in a monastery for 12 years like Mussolini's was and my soul would ever pray with the monks and assist at Mass. Then I'd want my bones displayed on the walls as is done at a few monasteries.