Second, as I mentioned to Coconuts, our next door neighbor who I have known since I was a child passed away and John was a pallbearer in the funeral. We spent several hours at the funeral home and then at the cemetery. Just reaffirms my thoughts that I don't want a funeral. If you didn't come to see me when I was alive, then don't come see me when I'm dead. 
Your attitude really brightens my day. I love reading your posts.
Now, as for the funeral issue. I said the same thing for years until we buried my in-laws. That's when I realized that those people weren't there to see the in-laws, they were there to see the family. So how can I deprive my family of getting to see all the people that only turn out for funerals?
My grandmother did have one request of my husband when he did her funeral ten years ago. She said, "Don't you invite people stand up and say nice things about me. If they couldn't be bothered to say nice things to me when I was alive and needed to hear them, they sure don't need to be saying them when I'm dead."
I had two aunts that decided to throw a big bash in their old age, sort of a pre-funeral. They said that since they wouldn't get to attend their own funerals, they wanted everyone that would have come to their funerals to come to this big party so they could enjoy having all their friends and family together for one last time. That's where my daughter, who favors me, walked into the room and met a whole side of the family she'd never met before and said, "Wow, now I know where I fit into this family!" She looked like all of them, whereas her siblings tend to favor my dh's side.
All that to say that you've got to have a funeral. It ain't all about you, it's about your family.
