Inevitably my own thoughts turn to death on this holy day, and our blog-readers have been asking how I would wish to be commemorated?
Well there's a new 'boil-in-the-bag' alternative to cremation here in the British Isles: I'm lovin' the idea of being poached, flash-fried and served with wings and 'slaw.
Alternatively these 'living funerals' are catching on, where both of your friends party whilst you lie in a coffin in the corner on a Sambuca drip.
But most of all I have let my nearest and dearest (the pizza-delivery guy) know that I would like to be consumed in a funeral pyre that is floated down the Ganges on a flat-pack catamaran.
Ed. Apologies to any Hindus reading, we should point out that he offends all the others too.
