Everyone in the family should respect your wishes. It's a personal decision and such a difficult one. My husband and I aren't religious, but the thought of a funeral had quickly crossed my mind as nurses shoved paper and pen in my face. We tabled the conversation for a day while I was still in the hospital recovering. In talking with my parents, the cheapest people alive when it concerns their second daughter, I recall one of them asking, "You don't want to have a funeral, do you?" Um, I guess not. We had him cremated and it took about a week before the phone call came in to go pick him up. Again, such a crazy strange experience to even be doing that. For me, I do like the choice of being able to take his ashes with me if I were to move or until I know where I want to be. Hoping that your family will support you in a helpful way and listen to your needs. One day at a time, deep breaths.