thelatespaceboy

i think that when i die, i want whoever loves me most to get my shrunken head.
and they will have to fashion tiny glasses to fix to my littleheaded self.
and my hands should be cut off and shown to foreign dignitaries, like they did to che.
and my skull and remaining bones should be fashioned into some sort of decorative chandelier.
but before all that, i want a deathmask made, with open eyes, and a crack team of special effects artists should make a spooky realistic silicon bust of me, with animatronic eyes that follow you around the room.
and my brain should be analyzed and and indexed, and my dna should be stored. so that when the aliens overthrow earth they can clone me a million times over for their human slavebot project.
and i want a fake grave, filled with enormous fortunes and a cryptic map giving the location of treasure greater still.
but that map can be a bullshit. because that makes it that much more awesome.
and then i want my brain cryogenically frozen, and launched into space.
and my muscle tissue plastinated into some kind of really awesome human sculpture.


i don't ask much, really.