Um… No! Euw!
And Morti would be too overcome with emotion to say more than a small handful of sob-wracked words before bawling uncontrollably (at least, I like to fool myself into thinking that), so having him speak would be useless.
Besides, I don’t want folks to gather around my stiff, painted, lifeless body, mouthing meaningless platitudes to each other. I’ve already created a “party fund”, so that folks can come, listen to some music (what they want, not what I would force them to listen to), and just have a good time at my expense, just like always. By the time I kick off, there should be enough cash for a six pack of Bud and a bag or two of Doritos!