Here's my last request: put my coffin on the sidecar rig. Have my grave ready and waiting, with the mourners (all 2 of 'em) standing by the gravesite. Our black attired, top-hatted rider speeds just to the foot of the hole and does a phat stoppie, ejecting my remains neatly into the earth. I depised that tedious creaky hand crank thing they used at the couple of burials I've been to.
Put the saw away, Helga, my compression fractures took me to just under 6'...lost about 1.5" thanks to Mrs. Cager.