I turned 37 last week. Since I'm officially over halfway through the average life expectancy of a white male born in 1974, my chances of becoming a movie star are waning exponentially. Then again, Charles Dutton started acting in his mid-30's after having served over ten years in prison, so there's always opportunity for anyone willing to seek it out and work hard. Frankly, I'm not sure I have the energy or the interest. I love watching movies, yeah, but just because I like to fly doesn't mean I need to build planes. Know what I mean?
Still, a part of me will always wish I had vehemently pursued an acting career in film. And I think I may have found a way to have my cake and eat it, too: I intend to be the first posthumous movie star. How does one accomplish that, you may ask? Simple: After I die, my skeleton will be preserved and available for hire for a variety of roles in a variety of movies. I'll have an agent and everything. People will know me. I may even date a supermodel.

I realize a blog is not the place for making post-mortem last wishes legally-binding, but I do know my attorney reads my blog, so we'll talk it over once he's read this and see what can be done about making it official. So, make a note. Those of you who outlive me can see me on the big screen and whisper to whomever you're with "I knew him when he was alive."
Of course, I'm gonna be in real trouble if I get killed in an explosion.
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