when I die, I have instructed the executors of my will to cremate me
and convert my ashes into skeet discs.
Everybody will turn up in evening dress(women included)
and be issued a shotgun. For those unfamiliar, or afraid of firearms, battery fire will be allowed.
For those who can shoot, the winner gets the pick of whatever material goods I have left behind. At end of the shooting, the best champagne and food will be served.