toast me, grind me up, and dump me in North Puget Sound.

I'd rather have one of those memorial benches along some beach walk somewhere.

Maybe with a plaque. Can't think of anything funny enough right now. Gotta have something to do with sitting on your butt and how you gotta sit on it once in a while to really live.

(which is true. If I don't get my spacing-out time, I am Not A Fun Lady To Be With.)