Burying King Saul's head might be a nice touch. Then again, he was forsaken by God so it gets complicated theology-wise.
After my head and hands melt from digesting jazz theory at the piano, I sometimes listen to "About That Life." It's simultaneously the best and worst thing I have ever seen. No apologies are made by that band. They know what they are and they revel in a chaotic realm of booze and implants. I'm not judging. It's glorious in its absurdity. The denizens of Gath love it.