"Warring Ideals in One Dark Body"

He had a huge penis, a gifted girth. Blond hair, too.

I wonder about him--who he was, if he had loved ones. Whoever he was, he had a soul. It really brought it home for me. Whatever personality is, whatever the soul is, we inhabit these bags of meat for a time, like the packages at the supermarket, and then we die and all we are is flesh.
When you die, your lungs shrink to about the size of a pork loin.

I thank him, whoever he was, for helping me to understand the difference between visceral and parietal serosa. I had to correct my professor when he called the peritoneum the pericardium. That could happen to anybody.

Incidentally, I know not everybody wants to hear about guts n' stuff, so you know, if that's not you, let me know, and I'll get some help making a filter for those with tender sensibilities.