I have this recurring fantasy of waking up in my coffin. How about that? It isn’t a dream, it’s a fantasy. I can think about it anytime I want to—I just don’t advise it. Maybe that would be hell: instead of fire and brimstone and seeing people you know who are merely hot, how about hell in a coffin, alone, and you can’t get out? Maybe cremation is the way to go. I haven’t made up my mind.
