I’m happy to hand over all the kidneys, corneas, hearts, lungs, brains, livers, ears, and gonads the secondhand market can bear upon my demise, but I really wonder how many departments I gotta bribe to allow my skeleton to be denuded, varnished, wired, and delivered back to my family to be posed in the front hall as a coatrack.
'Cause really, that’s what I want. Seriously.
