My grandfather died last month. This summer, he told my mom how he wanted to be buried. My mom says he said:
"Now you don’t you dare bury me in a suit. I want you to go out and get me a fresh pair of bib overalls and a white Hanes V-Neck. Wash them a couple times so they aren’t crunchy. I want three cigars in my breast pocket, and my glasses, and my checkbook. And a pen."