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http://www.tcm.com/tcmdb/title/3032/The-Loved-One/ - Based on an Evelyn Waugh novel, and so perfectly satirizing Southern California's funeral industry that Forest Lawn sued MGM to prevent its release, http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059410/ -

Starring Robert Morse as a ne'er-do-well British youth forced to deal with his deceased uncle John Gielgud's Hollywood funeral, it gets in digs at advice columnists, mama's boys, the business end of running a cemetery where weddings are also performed, and the uniquely California phenomenon of pet burial grounds. 

It co-stars Jonathon Winters giving a pair of wild-eyed performances as two twisted twins, one of whom owns Whispering Glade (a "reputable" cemetery) the other of whom runs a decidedly run-down pet cemetery across town. This is the film in which Winters, trying to turn a profit on his real estate now cluttered with caskets, speaks the immortal line: "There must be some way to get those stiffs off my property!" Besides, who could hate a movie that features Liberace in a cameo as a casket salesman, extolling the virtues of various coffin-lining fabrics??

When I first saw the title of the topic, the very first movie that popped into my mind was Skidoo (retitled by one critic Skidoodoo). But I see that Joe Bacon beat me to the nomination. One thing Joe failed to mention was just how bad that scene featuring Gleason's LSD trip was.

Unfortunately, it wasn't even the lowlight of the movie. Watching garbage cans sprout arms and legs and sing a Nilsson song is about as much pain as anyone can film, or endure. But the film still hadn't hit rock bottom.

We thought that arrived when an ancient George Raft completely flushed all positive memories of his movie career just by appearing in the film, but one final assault remained. Nilsson actually SANG the closing credits (a bad idea no one has ever repeated, to the best of my knowledge).