my only concern with this shit is that the corpse harvesters might be lined up by my bedside waiting for me to croak rather than give me proper medical attention.
but once dead-- who gives a fuck? it's meat, man. fucking MEAT. like a side of beef. barbecue it, make jerky, implant it on somebody else-- who gives a shit?
but anyway, you do whatever you fucking want, don't let some preachy motherfucker get in your face & what not (as you say). tell them firmly: MIND YOUR OWN MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS. no??
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ps for a fun take on this shit watch almodovar's "all about my mother"-- genius shit.
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