“Hey, no pressure, but I’m going to need you to throw my corpse into a volcano.”
“Your corpse?” I asked.
“Yeah, like, my dead body,” he shrugged.
“So, like when you die, you want to be cremated in a volcano?”
“Cremated? What? No, I want you to scoop me up and toss me right into a volcano,” he explained, much like a teacher would a homework assignment.