In my case, depends on in what city I happen to be dieing.
If in Tel Aviv, the party would be at Yo'ezer Wine Bar. Not the wines offered there but the very best of my cellar, but those including only the most tempting Champagnes that remain in storage and the superb reds that I have of Bordeaux, Brunello, Chateauneuf-du-Pape. Accompanying foods - blinis with caviar and creme fraiche, gigot d'agneau, an abundance of bacon (cut thickly) and for dessert iles flottantes with Yqueum.
If in Paris, at Caves Petrissan. The wines would be those that I have stored there - those mostly older vintage Bordeaux and Burgundy and, of course a goodly amount of Champagne. The food - with the Champagne grilled coquilles St. Jacques with nothing more than lemon and butter, oysters on the half shell of course, and escargots Bourguignonne. With the reds the boeuf bourguignonne, the Porterhouse steak and, for those who care for it the blanquette de veau.
If in New York, at the Grand Central Oyster Bar. There to feast on nothing more than oysters in any manner that people chose along with fine Chablis. From there on to Mai Sing in Chinatown to feast on Peking duck and with that some very old German Riesling.
To all of the above, guest list of 100, including friends and enemies as well as any strangers that happened to drop in at the moment (only two people would be excluded - one a man I know to be so immoral that I cannot and will not tolerate his presence and the other a man so supercilious and unnecessary that I simply do not acknowledge his existence).
If the realization of my impending death came while "on the road", that is to say while traveling, the party would be limited to my wife and myself. And I can assure you that whatever the arrangement, it would be enjoyed thoroughly.