Finally, after all these years, a new way to dispose of our earthly remains. I'd request that for myself, but I'd be afraid they'd use me to fertilize some pig farmer's corn field, and then where might I end up? Maybe I can have myself ground up and mixed with some nice French Roast, passed around to all my friends in one-pound bags. Even though I'd be gone, they could still wake up in the morning and have a steaming cup of Leo.
