My body goes to the big oven. To burn for hours in my journey to hell.
Althought I'm not sure Superman can die like any other mortal soul. Kryptonite oven maybe?.

My material possesions, if I have any at the end, (I plan to spend every penny I can get a hold of in Gentlemen clubs) go to La Bruja.
Except for a 5 acres tract that will go in it's entirety (my part and hers) to help the blinds.

Whatever comes from the oven, probably mixed with the ashes of a thousand other corpses, goes to the Neptune Society underwater mausoleum in Key Biscayne.
To be mixed with all the stiff's ashes that died at the time of my departure, and concrete.

I'm suggesting a Superman statue, but they don't bite yet.
They don't consider me serious enough to have a statue there.
Or else, I can be anything but a bench.
I don't want divers planting their assets in my face.

This is the only solution to avoid my kids from peeing in my grave.
And I'm sure they will still try, when they find out there's nada for them.