Post-mortem, continued.

With the publicity of Hunter S. Thompson's desire to have his ashes shot from a cannon, a couple pals of mine have added their post-mortem wishes to my last submission:

"i would like to have one thumb up my ass and the other in my mouth, then be flung from colorado blvd and I-25 into downtown denver from some sort of very complicated catapult."

"i want to be opened up and stuffed with hard boiled eggs, frozen and pulled out in time to be stuffed into the ventilation system of the social security building hq here in denver right before they begin to seasonally use the heating system."