Exactly the way I want to leave this world...
Naked, bald, toothless, hungry for a boob. ;-)
Congrats.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandpa.
Not screaming like his passengers.
...and that reminds me of this plan I began putting together to have the whole touchy-feely crowd in Washington bless the Capitol Building with a sonorous Native American title; ideally at a big press-attended ceremony held on some date of moment in the Native American community. I mean — you just KNOW there’s no lib within reach of a microphone who wouldn’t practically fall all over themselves to be part of such a cheesy gesture to the indigenous peoples of the U.S. The event is just tailor-made to coddle their inherent mentality.
The trick, here, was to do a bit of research and find out in which Native American language “House Full of Tits” sounds most appealing.