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When I die they can do what they want with my meat case, but I hope they explain it well to those who might mss me and fail to understand that I've gone and ceased to be.
I hope to be burried at sea - prmarily to confound those who want to dance on my grave, but I want it done by gigantic trebuchet so nobody has to isk seasickness by going on a boat.
Anyway, I'm with Woody Allen - I intend to live forever or die in the attempt. So far, so good.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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