There are already two poetic and awesome ways that I've thought of being 'disposed'. I'm not gonna detail on those.
Third one, imagined in this moment, makes it epic:
1. Build a 2m * 1m * 0.5m box of light-yet-sturdy wood, with a curved, broad base
2. Strap it with explosives
3. Drop the (my) body
4. Fill up the box with Old Monk rum
5. Set afire
6. Set afloat (on any water-body above the altitude of 2,000m)
7. Detonate
8. Last rites FTW!
For a box of the abovementioned size, occupying 1 cu.m. of volume, it'll take 1000L of Old Monk. But wait, my body probably occupies 80% of the volume, so we are reduced to a need of 200L. I'll expect my acquaintances to contribute a liter/each. That demands 200 friends. Well, making 200 friends seems an easy deal - I've already got at least a dozen, and I've not even started trying yet. It's also a relief to know that I need to befriend only that many people from this 10-billion strong pool of cursed, conceited, loathsome humanity. Good.
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