"You have no reflexes, your blood tastes like root beer and some of your bones appear to have vanished." - Doctor to Tracey Jordan.
I have to go see the doctor tomorrow to check out this hurt big toe that I have and I hope they don't have to cut it off because I am NOT taking that home in a jar and have it stare at me all the rest of the days of my life. I say that because you know I am not just going to leave it at the doctor's office. I am determined to leave with all the body parts I go in with no matter what form that will take.
And you can't just put the toe in a cupboard or a box and just forget it. Like the 'tell tale heart' I will hear it talking to me at night and if I don't build an appropriate shrine to my detached part. If I don't that right then it will never let me hear the end of it...the toe I mean. The toe will torment me until I take it out of the formaldehyde containing jelly jar and move it to a more classy receptacle.
I have given this subject a lot of thought as you can tell.