[beckett]

...until sometime after I depart this mortal coil.

Shuffle off, dearest...one shuffles off a mortal coil according to Will Shakespeare. I assume he's referring to the flesh and bones coiled around one's spirit. Forgive me for failing to resist the impulse to point that out to you.

Otherwise your analysis is quite interesting, as usual. You really know your stuff about elections.

[Torie]

I like the idea that my spirit will remain in situ after my flesh and bones are peeled off.