Who says I want to decompose?
Do you know how funny it’ll be in a couple thousand years, when all that is left of my generation is bone except for one perfectly preserved human specimen.
Better yet lay my mummified remains under the bass pro shop pyramid. And fill my tomb with precious Mardi Gras beads
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All i gotta say is that they better make sure that I’m dead. I’m terrified of waking up in a pitch black coffin that’s buried in the ground. Yall better burn my body or just use me as a permanent Halloween decoration.