I've recently given some thought to my death and what will become of my body thereafter. After considering many options I've decided that what I want most is to be preserved using the exquisite art of taxidermy. As a posthumous fate what could compare to being delicately hacked open, disemboweled, stuffed full of soft, fluffy cotton, and given a pair of beautiful glass eyes? How could one resist the opportunity to sit in a favorite chair, relive a cherished memory, etcetera and be placed in either a nice, private place, or a museum for all to see and admire? I just can't understand why anyone would choose to be buried like a dog buries a bone, with a headstone as their only memorial. I hope that when I die, those who handle my funeral arrangements care enough to use taxidermy.
