I would want each of my friends to pick one of my bottles to finish off during the pre-funeral tailgating, and then leave the empty bottle in my casket.
I told my wife when I went in for cancer surgery if any thing goes wrong Joe and Gary get to split my bourbon collection.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal to the spider, is chaos for the fly.
The idea of laying a bottle in the casket is too sad. To me it comes off as, "And there's the one that did it to him!" If the bottle's full, it done got to me before I could get to it, and that's bad news. If it's empty, at least we killed each other off in the struggle, I suppose; but still, these are not images I want associated with my death.
Give me a utilitarian burial. Naked in a wooden box, let the bourbon left over in my body feed the thirst of the earth as it absorbs me.
"A man comes from the dust and in the dust he will end-- In the meantime it is good to drink whiskey."
I wonder if drinker's bodies burn any faster, or hotter?
He made himself another drink and thought how much better the Perrier was than anything else you could put in whisky... Hemingway