Sometimes I think about how when I die, my oily bits might slowly descend into the earth and crushed over millions of years and someone will pump me out and turn me into plastic. I know this isn’t actually how it works, but I’m still worried about it.
Sometimes I think about how when I die, my oily bits might slowly descend into the earth and crushed over millions of years and someone will pump me out and turn me into plastic. I know this isn’t actually how it works, but I’m still worried about it.