Don’t mess with a man’s afterlife.
Hank: The last thing I ever want is to wind up in the ground! I get claustrophobia just thinking about it! Cremate me, spread my ashes over the Willamette River, and let me float free to the edges of wherever.
Wu: You know they have a lot of cows and horses that drink from the river.
Wu: So what happens if some cow drinks from the Willamette and gets you, too? And craps you out in a field? And then some farmer comes along and tills that field? Next thing you know, you’re buried beneath the cold, dark ground.
Hank: Don’t mess with a man’s afterlife.