i want them to throw my body into the desert so that insects and animules can have a feast ("hey, it's on me!") and spread my bones around the town so they'll bleach in the sun and slowly sink into the sand until they too become the dust from which we sprang. ain't gonna happen, i know, but it is what i want when i die.

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