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Say you have a month to live. A strange wasting disease has taken over your facial parts and eaten away at your nose. In a week, you’ll have shredded red cabbage for cheeks and your eyeballs have obscene protruding pustules extruding chartreuse paste. By week three, give or take a day, your will ears have fallen by the wayside in two moist clops, your tongue drips off into your pants and you vomit your own frothing brains. Or not, let’s say you have no such face eating disease, but you feel ugly in public. You feel you are dying of ugliness. That could take years! Fast and showy, or slow and ugly. 

However it happens, some sad day soon

Well, sad for me

I’ll find myself drained of spirit and spark

All the fun and love will finally escape this body

No more arguments

Or drunken dances for me

No more winks for the kids

Or special finger flags patriotically 

Waved at inept motorists

I will be dead

Not deserving of tomb or stone

A plot of earth so precious to waste

Fire, too dignified for this one

And Science

Would rather serve my remains 

To hungry dumpsters

Rather than place my putrid parts 

Into the innocent living

In truth

This corpse will have to be dealt with

And so I leave these final words

According to my wishes

Disposition of my body shall be as follows

We’ll start with the head

It shall be bowled through Clackamas Town Center mall

By Fyvush Finkle

Into the Curd N’ Cone Toffutti Shop

Taking down a shrieking hoard of 

Honey rectum mall fluff spenders

Feet

Embellished with spanking new Nike cross-trainers

Are to be left upon the Goodwill

Donations With Appointment Only steps

Hands

Thrown cheerfully to courtyard jugglers

These limbs

Shall be fed unceremoniously to dogs

Body, cracked open and worn like a reeking rotton vest

By that smart ass checker at Plaid pantry

Who wouldn’t break a fifty

Entrails

Stretched to unimaginable lengths

By a naked teenage marching band

Esophagus fixed to the Golden Gate Bridge

Anus tied in a trucker’s knot

To the Space Needle elevator

And the center shall dangle magisterially

As roost for swallows

Just in case there is an afterlife

The cock and balls are mine

Possessions and worldly goods

Shall be available on a first come

First served basis.