Rigmorole

At my funeral I want flowers.
I want the buffet to be a spread.
A real pig out.
no expense spared.
I want people who don't know eachother to have things in common.
Apart from me.
I want the emotion to level out awkwardness.
I want music.
And I want everyone to look amazing.
I want people to smile and tell stories.
At my wedding I quite fancy the same.
Except they don't need to wear black.