"My student once asked me what should be done about my body when I was inevitably torn apart by my enemies. My answer was simple: feed it to the dogs outside the walls of the city. She was horrified, of course, and protested loudly. 'Alright then,' I said, 'Give me a stick to beat the dogs so they won't bother me'. 'But master,' said my idiot student, 'You will be insensate.''Well if I'm insensate then why do you give a flying fuck what happens to my corpse?' I said, settling the matter."