Will people ever remember the very last and final thing you did before you died? Here’s an account of two such men.
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Onward, ever onward …
Terentius Neo lifted his toga and issued forth a perfect casting of several feet of his lower intestines into the moving waters. Moros sidled up beside him and, issuing golden streams into the currents, asked him the great question on everyone’s mind.
“You think Vesuvius will really erupt?”
Neo searched for a few smooth leaves. “Of course not! What a stupid
thing to —“
The professor swept away the final dust of the two newly discovered skeletons, perfect for the casting in the Garden of the Fugitives, both in somewhat compromising positions. He shook his head. “What a way to go …”