I slept the sleep of the dead last night. I think I may even have started a slight bit of decomposing.
That ship sailed long ago.
But it does remind me:
Some time ago, the German government decided it needed to disinter Ludwig Beethoven in order to do some genetic testing. After he was dug up, they pulled the lid off his sarcophagus. The scientific team looked in and then stood there utterly shocked. Beethoven was laying in his coffin with sheet music in one hand and an eraser in the other. Finally, one of the scientists overcame her shock enough to stammer: Beethoven, you have been dead for centuries, what are you doing?
Beethoven sat up, looked at the scientists, held up the sheet music and the eraser and said: well, obviously, I am de-composing.