he was an environmentalist, an amateur magician and broke. he wasn't unfit, but wasn't buff either. Lean meat, but enough of it i'd say. he would walk to work every morning - a real save the world sort. Still, when he passed on, his will was, to put it mildly, a bit of a shocker. The meal was to be prepared by one of his former friends - for his culinary expertise i suppose. The recipe however, like the guest list, was quite specific. his eyes and liver were to be donated, the rest prepared in a sauce that would taste 'close to his heart'. The invitees were twelve in all, although it was an open meal and any who wished could partake of it. Funnily, although one might assume that most would be queasy at the thought of eating a recently deceased dear friend, none went hungry that night. Perhaps the philosophy of not wasting the body as a foodsource was well-preached and his friends were obliged to honor his last wish.. or perhaps they discovered they liked the taste of blood. Still, when christ was resurrected, his eyes and liver did miraculously reappear. Perhaps he wasn't an amateur magician after all.
he was an environmentalist, an amateur magician and broke. he wasn't unfit, but wasn't buff either. Lean meat, but enough of it i'd say. he would walk to work every morning - a real save the world sort. Still, when he passed on, his will was, to put it mildly, a bit of a shocker. The meal was to be prepared by one of his former friends - for his culinary expertise i suppose. The recipe however, like the guest list, was quite specific. his eyes and liver were to be donated, the rest prepared in a sauce that would taste 'close to his heart'.
