I stand at the edge of an active volcano, smoke emitting from the funnel, molten rock close to the surface. I unfasten my belt and lower my denim jeans. My boxers decorated with Pinocchio with his nose where the open flap is are also lowered. I bend over and face the open shaft of the volcano. I feel a pressure about to release itself from my lower body. I close my eyes and drop one last tear, as I know what is about to happen. I let out a tremendous fart propelling me into the volcano and towards a flaming death. As I fall towards the heat, all proceeding farts propelling me faster, I whisper to myself “rosebud”. My body meets the extreme heat and I am no more.