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Surely a true contractor would die at night and have made arrangements to be stuffed and placed back at the client's desk before start of play the following morning in order to continue charging?
Or have arranged in advance to be "working from home" and keep invoicing until the client notices.
Surely a true contractor would die at night and have made arrangements to be stuffed and placed back at the client's desk before start of play the following morning in order to continue charging?
...surely that would be more fun while you're alive?
Hmmm - I'm not sure I'd risk that - if I smeared myself in chocolate and took you up on your invitation, I may not survive the resultant feeding frenzy.
I'd have said, until the council changed the collection schedules and rules, just leave me out in bin bag.
Otherwise medical science. Or landfill, or whatever. Couldn't care less really.
Please note: Collections are probably every 2 weeks. If disposing of dead bodies, remember to add a bit of that refuse bin powder you can get at Wilkinsons to mask the smell. Be considerate: only put out one dead body a week. Thanks.
-first cryogenically frozen
-then blasted off into space with my own rocket including some personal stuff (ancient egyptian style)
-with Queen "The Show Must Go On" being played
-ending with a champagne fuelled party
hoping that in 500 years i wake up on some distant planet to then return to earth with our new cousins in space as a hero and with a cure to death.
I'd then sell this cure making the ultimate plan B
either that or the "I'm not going to die" option, but for that i need to father a scientific genius to invent a cure or alternative to death.. i figure it'll give them something to aim for in life.
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