I am going to die soon (hopefully in the next 40 years) but your fucked too because you are going to die too!
As a career I had an association with death, I met a number of dead people who were dead.. simply because if they were not I wouldn’t be typing this now, some of them were not so bad because they were fresh, some were rather bothersome and smelly, (these were my formative years and look how well I turned out).
So now at the time of life where I find myself as a regular invite to funerals I thought I needed to rethink things.
I have little in the way of an estate (well I have a car) and what little I have I would like to pass to Mrs B.
So I donated my body to medical research! I then found out that the cunts running it charge a transport fee should I die out of area ( Really?).
Short of suicide on the steps of chosen medical facility I can’t guarantee that I will die in dragging distance of said facility.
So by chance I have opted for option B I have donated my body to anthropological study at Hull University, this means my body is dumped in a field (or used to re enact a crime) and studied as it decomposes, which in retrospect is better than a group of medical students arguing on whose cadaver has the largest willy.
Any way the cunting being the cost of after life care…. mine hopefully is sorted
Nominated by Lord Benny