I hope that when I die and my soul leaves, my body doesn’t come back to life and start acting a fool. I mean, how embarassing, right? People that know me won’t be thinking “Hey, that’s a random body trying to eat my brains.” they’ll be thinking “Hey Ben! What’s your problem?? And your skin looks rough, dude.” Then somebody that loves me has to wrestle with the dilemma of putting a shotgun in my mouth. Make it easy on your family members, guys. Just get cremated.