Im gonna set up a elaborate esoteric quest to find me and my buried guns.. (Think DaVinci code meets Indiana Jones stuff) Clues in the form of a riddle, booby traps, etc...
"To begin your quest, start where the ill-fated FTF cruse met its end......"
My guns will go to my oldest son. He's the only one who has expressed any interest in shooting. I ruined my kids by raising them anti-gun, before I knew better and I'm so sorry I did.
Me? Cremated. Ashes? I don't really care.
No plans to be buried/burned/tossed into the sea with my guns---let someone else enjoy them!
I don't care, I'll be dead