|
Nothing, really.
My dream death would be to be eaten by bears or sharks. Recycled through nature.
In fact, I think that when it's time, I'm going to walk into the woods with a bucket of gravy, pour it over my head and let the bears or cougars eat me.
To finalize life through a searing white heat of having your flesh rend from your body by some large, carnivorous animal...awesome.
You can take your old, wrinkled, ineffective bodies dying a slow death in a hospital bed or nursing home and shove 'em up your ass. I'm going out the way nature intended.
|