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| Being of sound mind and body, etc.... I want my head to be chopped off after death and put in a slingshot, so that whoever among my friends is the best shot can put a bullet through it while it is flying through the air. The dogs in the grassy field will chase the scraps. I want my body stripped of its clothes and thrown from the back of a pickup truck into a steep ravine, as the truck speeds on dusty unpaved roads high in the mountains. My body will tumble from rock to rock, torn by brambles, until its stiff fall is broken by a clump of trees. No reverence for the flesh! |
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