Personally I'd want a cremation urn and a round barrow...
There are barrows up on the Beacon. At least I think they're barrows. I suppose they could be the remains of sheep pens
What a beautiful place to have the last bits of one's self scattered.
The South Downs are, I believe, my vary favourite landscape.
Ah Firle - know it well. Then you have Glynde of course.
We occasionally stop in Glynde for afternoon tea.
"And mind where you're putting your feet. If you get a bit of grit in your boot [on Haystacks, in the Lake District], treat it with respect - it might be me!" - Alfred Wainwright.
I really should get up onto the South Downs someday - FSM knows, I've spent so many wonderfully relaxing rabbiteering days looking down at them. ^_^