Home is where the heart is...

...and therein lies the rub. (As Shakespeare would have so aptly put it.)

If this is indeed an extended Epitaph, where does one dispose of the component parts? Hmmmm. Head could go almost anywhere, except, I think it might be better off put in the concrete beneath the NEXT City Hall Plaza building. Perhaps brains can have a more positive influence in death, than they have had in life. To wit: No more freakin' Super Bowl bids! In fact, NO MORE BS about Economic Impact unless it's reality-based. (Now there's a curse!)

Send my right arm to my daughter who will need some help with her children. The right arm should protect everyone within her sight. Send my left arm to my youngest. He will need to learn protection from sinister folks, because he's the baby and already has a grin that would make a canary quiver. Send my legs for "kickin' butt" to Eric. Now, you might think Eric can kick his own "butt," however, I think I would prefer to serve that role as he's already a big teddybear. No need to ruin that reputation.

As for my heart and the rest of my torso, just send the rest to the Stephen's Cemetery in Mantachie, MS. My heart was always there, my soul will find a great reunion, and my spirit will no doubt rise again!