Writer's Block: What Next?

[gigglestheblood]

[Error: unknown template qotd]Our brains stop functioning and we begin to decay. Maybe my sense of self-awareness will continue on and just float about in space or go to some sort of heaven or hell, but um, I have my doubts. I want to be shot into space. If not that, I'd be cool with being cremated and having my ashes spread in Oakley where I grew up.