I'm trying to decide
When the time would be right
To go ahead and freeze myself
So, they can later thaw my hide

Is it when some dreaded disease comes over me
Where they have yet to find the cure
Or long before that musical score
That I step into the Frigidaire

Should I instead freeze dry the head
To make room for others
Better fitting myself, on top shelf
Next to the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!"

Perhaps jumpstart this process
By quickly slurping Slurpee's
Giving myself brain freeze, like you've never seen
To where my mind gives up on working

Then they can do with what they wish
All of the leftovers
Double overlap with Reynolds Wrap
Making sure it evenly covers

And with that said, guess it's a plan
I'm going to freeze myself
Where I'll eventually thaw out into something else
A little more comfortable