A tax urned is a tax due.
Wifey always asks me.. Casket or cremation?
Sigh..
Whatever screws the blobocracy worse is fine by me.
DON’T get incinerated Norms!
Burnin’s fer garbage and the hailbound!
Do like I want to, when you feel the presence of the sickle bearer slinking around get a big pot of your treasures, a bottle of whiskey and a pair of .44s and crawl off to some old mine or cave in the desert to surprise and delight some young treasure seeker a hundred years from now ;-)
I wouldn’t be caught dead in California.