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Yeah. Uh. I’ll have a two-by-six, hold the ranch, I’ll have to say wheat… yeah, wheat. Does it have to be cold? Gah. Extra thick clothing then, to hold in the heat.

 

I guess I’ll want like, what, family and friends attending my funeral? Hold the kids, hold the in-laws, oh wait, you can’t do that?

 

Damn it, I guess I’ll have the in-laws.

 

Is it an eternal bed, or what are you options for the afterlife? Can I choose what lies ahead?

 

 

I’ll take the classic, wood, but nail it in tight will ya? I mean how long can you go without the maggots getting to ya’, am I right? But nail it in tight.

 

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