"Whatever you do, don't let that jerk Jesus near this body. Okay? In about 3 days time, 3 days too late, he's going to come wandering by going on about miracles. Let sleeping corpses lie."

At this point, I've left enough genetic material from coast to coast all around the globe. I'm surprised there's enough of me to amble along. Should I fall completely apart, it'd be cool to occupy space in swanky places. My remaining eye would dig on the Louvre. My ear would enjoy La Scala while my tongue might find the catacombs of Odessa a delight. And my fingers... well, my fingers would be quite pleased if they were deftly dropped down that delicious Christina Ricci's trousers.