Life After Death

Some part of me thinks that after death, we live on through the thoughts of our loved ones. Therefore, for me, dying of a disease such as uterine cancer or colon cancer would put me in hell. Whenever people would think of me, they would inevitably get a mental picture of said organ/genitalia/etc. that did me in, and say to themselves, "ewe". Who wants to be remembered as "ewe?"
I can't really think of an death that would make people go "yay!" whenever I was recalled, but for some people, my death itself might be a reason for celebration.