Yep! You surely did. Perhaps there is somewhat of a danger in that. It will cause quite a spectacle when I finally do reach the celestial checkout counter. After all, how unbecoming will it be for family and friends to walk in and discover the mortician beating on my body with a stick to get me to hold still and stay in the box? Or, to have ladies in attendance ask why my hands are in restraints, only to be told cryptically, We had to do that for your protection."

As it is, I am asking Secretary Sage to help me pull off my last prank. I have prerecorded a message that will be on a playback tape recorder that is activated by intense heat. I plan to be cremated, so, as the cadaver is rolled into the Holocaust Hibachi, I will be heard to scream, "Ouch! That's hot!"