Well, yes. That's obvious.
Death visits. There ensues the inevitable attempt on your part to "cheat" the ole sonofabitch, but to no avail. Death lays the smack down on you. The End.
That's right. The screw in coffin. Talk about really getting screwed by Death. Somehow I don't think the idea of being interred in a nine foot long dildo and being forcibly twisted into the soft, loamy embrace of Mother Gaia is gonna catch on.
Except maybe in California. Californians go nuts for this stuff.
(Via: The Other McCain)