The Greatest Of All Puppet ShowsAfter my soul is rendered asunder and dragged kicking and screaming to Hell like a kid being dragged kicking and screaming to a dentist's office, I'd like there to be a tent. And in this tent would be my future-dust of a corpse, laying softly in a simple, but elegantly ornate box of pine.
All about me, my friends and family members are sitting on their seats, quiet but for a few small whimpers and 'God I'm glad that wanker's dead' comments. Then when instructed, they would reach under their seats and grab the microphones taped under there. The music is queued and everyone breaks into the karaoke midi-version of My Lumps by The Black Eyed Peas.
It would be then when the wires that are attached to my empty meat sack from above pull me up and make me dance, pumping up the crowd will all the energy that can be put into making my broken and hinged joints flail. At the end of the song, the wires are cut and my rag-doll earthly existence is dropped into a hole in the middle of the floor. Everyone helps fill it in.
Then the party starts.
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