“Hey, no pressure, but I’m going to need you to throw my corpse into a volcano.”

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“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.