I think I may want to be buried in a top hat so that my coffin must be built that extra length to fit my hat and I, then when they finally close the coffin and move me to ground people will look and say,
Take my lungs, take them and run. Take my tongue, go have some fun. And take the ears, take them and disappear. And take my joints, take them for points. Take my teeth, tear through my cheeks. and take the nose, go and dispose, oh would you go dispose, just go dispose.