Death is not all it's cracked up to be

Wow! Turns out that Hamlet was wrong; death is no sure inoculation against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

For example, you might get snorted up some punk's nose! (what was up with those guys, had they never seen cocaine before?)

Or maybe your body might get snatched out of the grave after 16 months and held for ransom! (would someone really pay ransom for a corpse? Even in Italy?)

Or you might be able to "enjoy" post mortem sex! (I guess it's the ultimate "break-up sex")