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.
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Why am i so awful?
What is wrong with you?!? You filthy animal.
I think that's a beautiful sentiment.
Very deep! If you end up in a museum, and I'm still alive, I will go and see you. I hope you are comfortably in your favorite chair and watching a zombie movie. I'll bring you some popcorn.
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O Shawn, it brought a smile to my lips and a chuckle to my bosom as I refected on your blog posts. Thanks bro. From Jenn
I would come and admire you EVERY DAY!
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