After dusting off the box at the weekend for a practice, I think I know what'll happen to my three-row after I die.
As mentioned in an earlier thread, my SO isn't as fond as she might be of the box. She made her feelings clear again and muttered darkly about what she'd like to do to the instrument.
Thus, when I'm dead and gone, I know the pathologist will have to spend a good hour with a proctoscope before crunching up my beloved box with forceps to remove it from my arse, and a Hohner DGA Corona will become good for nothing!