In my last moments, I’d like to be laid down in a sea of puppies. Loving them up, climbing all over me. Then they can do that cattle punch forehead thing to me like in No Country for Old Men
I recall the old Hitchens quote when he was covering the troubles in Belfast. At every checkpoint on both sides they asked if he was Catholic or Protestant. When he replied he was an atheist they asked “Ok, are you a Catholic atheist or a Protestant atheist?”