When it was certain that the Master was going to die, his disciples wished to give him a worthy funeral. The Master heard of this and said, "With the sky and the earth for my coffin; the sun and moon and stars for my burial regalia; and all creation to escort me to the grave -- could I desire anything more ceremonious and impressive?"
He asked to be left unburied, but the disciples wouldn't hear of it, protesting that he would be eaten by the animals and birds.
"Then make sure you place my staff near me that I might drive them away," said the Master with a smile.
"How would you manage that? You will be unconscious."
"In which case it will not matter, will it, that I be devoured by the birds and beasts."