Home is where the heart is...
...and therein lies the rub. (As Shakespeare would have so aptly put it.)
If this is indeed an extended Epitaph, where does one dispose of the component body parts? Hmmmm. Head could go almost anywhere, except, I think it might be better off put in the concrete beneath the NEXT City Hall Plaza building. Perhaps brains will have a more positive influence in death, than they have had in life. To wit: No more freakin' Super Bowl bids! In fact, NO MORE BS about Economic Impact unless it's reality-based. (Now there's a curse!)
Send my right arm to my daughter who might need it should she choose to have a child. That right arm should protect everyone within her sight. Send my left arm to my youngest. He will need to learn protection from sinister folks, because he's the baby, despite the fact he has a grin that would make a canary quiver. Send my legs for "kickin' butt" to Eric. Now, you might think Eric can kick his own "butt," however, I think I would prefer to serve that role as he's a big lost teddybear.
As for my heart, just send it off to rest in the Stephen's Cemetery in Mantachie, MS. My heart was always there anyway.
