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When I die, whoever cares can do whatever they want with my body. I’m not going to know one way or another. Seriously. Cut my head off and play soccer with it. Make me do some funny moves à la Weekend at Bernie’s. Encase me in Easy Cheese. I do prefer that I not be eaten (that kind of reminds me of that episode of Get a Life!. Funny episode by the way—I’ve got it on tape.).