The best funeral that I ever attended was about 6 years ago, for my great Uncle in Devon. His was a woodland burial and the coffin was made of wicker, and very beautiful it was as well. Len was a fiercely independent atheist, and if anybody had even thought of singing a hymn, he would have haunted them for years !
He was a local beekeeper of great renown, and the Ministry Bee Man for many years in the West Country.
The burial site was on the edge of a farm near Tiverton, at the top of a hill, and the views over the rolling farmland were wonderful. We all stood around the grave and some said a few words and someone recited a wonderful poem, which I can't remember the name of, and then we all went to the local Pub for a buffet lunch !
The grave is now almost hidden by the sapling, a cherry tree, that was planted over the actual site of the interment. Grave stones are not allowed at this place, but there is a small plague hanging from the tree trunk.
This funeral knocked all those awful crematorium jobs into a cocked hat.
When it my turn, Its how I would like to go.