Epitaph

Most people are not creative and most people cannot adeptly chisel into stone. So most people pay people who can chisel to carve 8 digits and a dash into a tombstone. I personally cannot chisel, but I am creative and I will spend my remaining days, figuring out what to put on my tombstone to prove it.
The leading idea of the moment would be to commision a world famous chisler to carve an animated strip, of what my life will be like in the future, into my tombstone. So far I have 6 stills. The setting would be in ANWR (artic national wildlife refuge), Alaska, United States. The first scene would have me nunchucking white people, who are in the act of clubbing baby seals. The second would have me donkey-punching a walrus trying to eat a baby seal. Third would have me knifing penguins that I could regurgitate and feed back to the baby seals. Fourth would be the baby seals teaching me that sushi and shellfish is not as gross as I had previously thought. Fifth would have me and a pack of baby seals saving an inuit baby from the harsh artic terrain. Sixth would be me throwing ninja stars at an active volcano in denali national park (which will be the inevitable cause of my death). I am gonna get a part time job this semester, so hopefully by winterbreak I can pay for this work of art. I will finally be able to weigh the pros and cons of suicide without worring about the hideous rock that is supposed to represent who I am to future generation of cemetary tourists.