Your Dad drew up his will, and he wants to have his body frozen when he dies.
“But I want them to freeze me so that the minute I get unfrozen I rip a fart,” you say. “I want them to melt me down in the future, and right when they’re wondering whether my my body can be reanimated to give them information about society in the past, I let fly this rip-roaring Harley Davidson type fart that lasts like two and a half minutes and makes everyone laugh.”
You’re going over the terms of his will, and you just aren’t sure about this.
“Can they do that, Dad?” you ask. “I mean, you’ll be dead when you’re frozen. How can they freeze your dead body in such a way that it will release gas?”
“It’s called science!” your Dad says, hitting you with the stirrer from his martini glass.
You skip down to the part where you inherit everything and you smile. He really does love you.
“I think it’s a great will Dad.”
Your dad tries to fart but can’t.
“Man I hope this works out. It’s worth dying tomorrow if I could be sure that I’d fart ten centuries from now.”
You wish you could relieve his pain, but you’ll have to leave that to the future for now.
Happy Unfrozen Fart Day!
