Death Identity

I picture myself to be found in a little ceramic pot deep in the ground surrounded by my favourite things: something comfy to rest on, a mountain of what I loved to eat and objects form past hobbies that I took part in while still living.  Being cremated is the way I would want to buried, my whole life contained into a little pot leaving behind nothing but ash. Items that I would like to be found with would be my guitar, my painting supplies, a soccer ball, pickles and pictures of my life's exploits  and adventures. I take a lot of photos and if I were to be found with these pictures archaeologists would get a crystal clear image of how I lived my life.
If someone else were to burry me I would hope that they knew me well enough as a person to know what I should be buried with. I proposed this question to my mother she looked at me like I had just smoked something... After she thought about it for a few minutes she said she would burry me with, chips/ salsa, my dog, my soccer cleats, a pair of comfy pyjamas so I'd be comfortable in the afterlife and pictures. My mother wanted me to be buried with items that would make comfortable well fed and with things that made me happy while I was still living. The items she selected were very similar to what I would have picked. My identity of who I was in my living life would still be intact if my mother were to bury me. Anyone who really knows me for me would be able to compile a pretty similar list to what is listed above. And if I were to die I would hope that someone who did know me well would burry me  with my belongings, not some random stranger who could care less on how I was buried and what I was buried with.