The idea that he wanted to be buried with his "friend" is creepy.
Mostly only to those shallow folks to whom "close friendship" equates to "[forbidden] sexual relationship" -- but I'm willing to allow for other interpretations. And yours is...?
Male friendships are now viewed with suspicion, but that's a relatively recent development (and has a lot to do with homosexual campaigners like the man slandering Cdl. Newman and Fr. Ambrose St. John - and you ought to see the story in the Daily Mail!)
As C.S. Lewis commented in his book The Four Loves,
To say that every Friendship is consciously and explicitly homosexual would be too obviously false; the wiseacres take refuge in the less palpable charge that it is really unconsciously, cryptically, in some Pickwickian sense homosexual. And this, though it cannot be proved, can never of course be refuted. The fact that no positive evidence of homosexuality can be discovered in the behaviour of two Friends does not disconcert the wiseacres at all: That, they say gravely, is just what we should expect. The very lack of evidence is thus treated as evidence, the absence of smoke proves that the fire is very carefully hidden. . . .
Hrothgar embracing Beowulf, Johnson embracing Boswell (a pretty flagrantly heterosexual couple) and all those hairy old toughs of centurions in Tacitus, clinging to one another and begging for last kisses when the legion was broken up...all pansies? If you can believe it you can believe anything.
“The idea that he wanted to be buried with his “friend” is creepy.”
Not to those who understand Christian friendship. You might want to read Aelred of Rievaulx’s twelfth century classic called Spiritual Friendship (Cistercian Fathers 5, $12.95). I assume I’ll be buried in my family plot, but I wouldn’t fret over being buried with my Christian brothers and sisters who are as dear to me as any family member. I also would not mind if my heart were interred at Altotting (but I’m not a Wittelsbach).