In the Cannibal's Kitchen

Don't ask to see my body, Lisa. When I die, when you finish the lawsuits that let you pry this footage form Murkoff's army of lawyers and corporate hitmen, don't make them show you my body. Just bury it. Or burn it. let my sons remember me whole.
That man is eating human flesh. He looks at me and I see anger. A little desire. But more than anything, hunger. Please don't make them show you my body.
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