When this body *officially* becomes compost: feed a tree . . . no coffin or embalming; trees don't like that nastiness, thank you!
I want a taxidermist to stuff my corpse, then I want to be made into the world's only human puppet. And used for puppet shows.
I wanna be chopped up into pieces, wrapped up in garbage bags and sent to ride the gulf stream of the coast of Miami...ya know, Dexter style.
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