When I die, I want to be buried with:
One of those pine tree car air fresheners.
One of those little popout dealies that lets you know the turkey is done.
A troll doll.
Let em dig me up and try to figure all that out.
That’s right. You’ll get lumped right in with me.
Some archeologist will be on tv saying,
“Apparently, there was mass mental illness in 2020.”
They won’t be wrong, either. :^D