I was "toying", in a way, with the idea of a recording of me singing "Hangman Slack That Rope" sloooowly as they wheel me out to the hearse with the final line delivered just as they close the door on the hearse.

Of course, that would never come to be as I intend to donate my body to Dalhousie Medical School (Nova Scotia) and that would preclude such theatrics. It would be a great way to "leave em laughing" but Dal is a bargain and I have always been up for a good deal. They do their thing and three years later, at most, they pay to BBQ whatever is left and ship the results to who(m?)ever I designate. I was thinking I'd give them a false PO box so Canada Post would just keep me in the dead letter files forever.