If I were to suddenly drop dead right now (which hopefully doesn't happen, it would be really inconvenient), I would want to be buried with all of my books which means I will probably need a large-ish grave. Later archaeologists might misinterpret this and think that I'm some sort of scholarly type which, I suppose, is half true but mostly I just think it's apt that I be buried as I live: surrounded by giant heaps of paper.
I would also want my pocket knife tossed in there with me because a lot of burials I've examined in other courses include items of everyday use and I figure I might as well give other anthropologists a leg up in their cultural examinations. I also would like to be dressed in my Doc Martins mostly because I'm just very attached to them but also possibly to give the impression that I am more than just a lowly paper hoarder. Or at least that I am a lowly paper hoarder with nice boots.
As a finishing touch, my grave or cyst or mound should be lined with honey and crushed clam shells. Why? No reason other than I'm a little whimsical and I would love to see a future generation interpret that. Hah!
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