I wasn't born yesterday, I was born last century.
Guide me to the nearest museum now, or perhaps an art gallery.
take a pick of vintage/retro/avant-garde and choose a frame.
A pretty nail to stay hung up on, a laminated shield or glass pane to sit within and keep from crumbling. Immortality doesn't come easy unless it's an epic, legend or even a fable.
Stay vacuum packed to keep away the rot, and in case one doesn't want to see oneself desiccating in front of their eyes, a little vial of immediate death or a small bullet might be of good use, but disintegration will set in, unawares though.
Putrefy in ignorance or decompose consciously? a choice to make, one that comes easily to think but impossible to live with.
