Inspired by a true-sounding story about the cryogenics practices of a twice-removed (no blood relation!) relative of a co-worker, which just happened to come up in conversation during lunch one day.
Please don’t drop the head,
he said
‘tis to be received by a gent named Fred
And if I should notice so slight a dent
I would certainly see red.
Now you may think me dread -
but the head must go to Fred,
who clings to life by a thread
in his big, pillowy bed.
You see,
being unexpectedly filled with lead,
our gent Fred,
having recently wed,
would absolutely dread
being informed he is dead.
