When My Time’s Up

As I’ve attended far too many funerals and/or “celebrations of life” these past few years – including, very nearly, being front and center at my own – for comfort and/or the preservation of sanity, I’ve had plenty of time to think about how I’d like my posthumous send-off (hopefully a long ways off, so don’t freak out) to play out. Current thinking: my body shall be donated to a community theatre troupe putting on a live version of FARGO (perhaps Corky St. Clair’s long-awaited BACKDRAFT follow-up?) so that my corporeal remains might lend a degree of verisimilitude to the concluding woodchipper scene.

Or maybe donate it to science (for science things / because science), I don’t know. Just spitballing here. Adios, May.