Personally, much like the great Homer once proposed, I want to be stuffed and left on the couch.
With a stern face. Can in hand. Fresh sandwich in the other. A dictaphone in my chest pocket set off by people walking past with me, upon which I would spout out my most popular catchphrases;
"What time is it?"
Of course my apparel would be changed in accordance with what becomes/ceases to be socially acceptable.
Being taxidermied is no excuse to look foolish.