Thursday, April 28, 2005

Persistent Decorative State


When I die with the knife in my chest instead of my back, I want to be remembered like any other great hero. I don't want to be thrown in some stinking mass grave, or even carried away and honored at some barbaric ceremony. Proper burials in cemeteries are for the common, and cremation is for the overly nostaligic. When I die, I want a huge diamond ring made out of my remains so Gus can wear his dead girlfriend around his finger and use it as a conversation piece.



Comments:
Well, if I won't have you around any more at least I'll have some bling.

Just make sure you have a well spelled out living will or you won't get to that phase.

When you guys figure out how to turn corpses into diamonds we'll leave this computer crap and open a cementery*slash*jewelry!!!
I can see the perfect market for bathtubs.. er, shrines with the virgin mary inside and your dead ancesters as the diamond stars... at least until someone in the family get's knocked up and then they have to sell the diamonds and... ok, forget about the shrines.

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