Creamate my fat ass and do whatever with the ashes, I really don't give a shit.
My dad has been gone for 10 years (this Oct.). He never liked talking about death or anything of that nature. On the day he passed, we had to decide what to do.
On a side note: My dad confessed to me (once) about the fear of being buried alive, but if it was up to him and possible, he'd want to be here at home...so we had him creamated and have his ashes.
I see it like this: we are the ones that are left here on this earth and have to deal with fuckin' bills etc etc...
The honest truth, the world don't stop & morn with ya. They want their money, period.
Take the cheapest route or the route you feel fit, but no matter what you choose...it won't bring your loved one back.