my miserable, middle-aged coworkers and I were discussing today what a hipster funeral would be like. We concluded they would put the cremated remains in a tallboy of PBR and attach it to a bottle rocket. They would light said bottle rocket with an ironic rural-metal-themed (like with a picture of a tiger with dragon wings, the kind of thing you see as a mural on the side a van with captain's seats, an 8-track player, and wall-to-wall shag carpet) Bic lighter bought online, and said said bottle rocket would fly up about four feet, change its trajectory, and explode in one of their faces, lighting a mustache on fire. Then it would be time for another funeral.
