Burger or chicken Parmesan, or fish and chips. With fries, with mashed potatoes. Without tomato, with tomato. These are most of the decisions that make up my life. At my funeral, I would like a menu to be read, and then have the Greek pagan priest (praise to Zeus) debate over what he or she wants to eat for about twenty minutes. This would be an appropriate end to my life. And then everyone gets chicken wings.