We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that’s that—the million-year nap? Or will some part of my personality, my me-ness, persist? What will that feel like? What will I do all day? Is there a place to plug in my laptop?

Not that there's anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it's way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It's just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.