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Lord of the Earth

October 13, 2007 3:07 AM

was just watching the episode of Scrubs where Laverne dies. It got me started thinking about what I'd like to have done to my remains if I ever die. Some of you have already heard this idea, but i just want to get it down in writing so that you guys will actually do it.

First, I want to be dressed in my top hat, a tuxedo, and that kick-ass pocket watch that co-SME gave me. Second, I want to be encased in a big, transparent lucite cube. Third, I want the words "Ismael Tapia II, Lord of the Earth" engraved in the lucite in all known languages. Fourth, I want the lucite cube to be taken out on a ship, attached to a bunch of weights, and thrown overboard over the Mariana Trench.

The idea, you see, is that sometime in the future--hopefully millenia from now, when all traces of this civilization have been wiped out--someone will discover the cube, decipher the inscriptions, and conclude that I was, indeed, the Lord of the Earth.

That would be awesome.



6 Comments


Santi said:

First, I concur that this is indeed an awesome idea. Good show.

Second, and this is really the main point of this comment, which has nothing to do with your post, but I was just thinking of funny things from our youth for some reason. Remember that dude Bobby from the Boys & Girls Club, who was, being a black-belt, the karate instructor? Remember that time when he almost kicked your ass when you were like 12? Then you kicked this chair in anger and it shattered, and we had to discretely toss it in the dumpster?

Good times.




Kevin Lomax said:

I just want bagpipes. Lots of bagpipes.




Some Girl said:

I'm not an estate attorney, but I would guess that if you had an official will drawn up, and money reserved for this, you could totally make it happen. Awesome idea.




Vice said:

I concur, this absolutely must be done.

And hey, I can comment again.




frank x. said:

Wow, I had forgotten that whole thing. That guy was a douchbag. He had been tucked away into the abyss of repressed Boys and Girls club memories.




Ismael Tapia II said:

I had forgotten about it, too. Even now, I can sort of remember it, but I can't remember what the guy looked like at all. Jesus, some fucked up things happened at that place.




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