Doozer and I were talkin one night. me on the couch, him in a bed not his own with a bottle of scotch in his hands. We were talkin about funerals and he was sold on the idea of being rolled into his grave in a football shaped coffin. Me on the other hand, I decided a while ago the best way to go would be rolled off the end of a pier so I can float away. Saves on chopping down a tree, to be shaped into a coffin, to be put back in the earth....
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