Unless you called ahead and asked the Grim Reaper to meet up with you and ram a cork up your ass, be prepared to poo yourself, pee yourself, and do several other unflattering things at the moment of your demise.

What, you thought Death didn't have a sense of humor?

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"...I once ate a roadkill possum that had been raised on a diet of carp. I cooked it over a fire fueled with old tires and dog shit. [My fart] put to shame the sewers of Calcutta."
- ChiefThunderbutt

I'm sure you're right. After all, it appears you have (somewhat) managed thus far without one yourself, Chocolate Shark.