I go to funerals every chance I get. Not because I'm Gothic, but because I can get out of school that way. Last funeral I went to was...my Uncle's last year. I didn't hang around inside for too long (too much crying); I went outside and played make-believe with all the other 15 year-olds
I just don't get sad at funerals (unless they're for my pets, then I go crazy with grief). I'm not really capable of human sympathy, but I'll cry for days over a sick pet story. I won't cry for a family death such as an uncle or grandparent, but I'll feel awful about a 1 day-old baby gerbil death forever.
My funeral....I want it to be unusual. I definitely want to be cremated in my beloved furisode kimono, and I think I want the song "Gone with the Sin" (HIM), "Hello" (Evanescence) or "Feel so Free" (Ivy) to be played at my funeral.
Like Wolfpac, I want people to be happy at my funeral, not just stand around and mourn. I want people to remember that I'm in the Summerlands and enjoying my eternal happiness, and that the time I had on this mortal coil was great and should be celebrated instead of crying over my loss. Wear the most gaudy and phosphorescent clothes you can find at the Goodwill, we're havin' nachos!
Always remember: "funeral" is an anagram for "real fun".
I hope the afterlife is like Grim Fandango