Ellis: When I die, I want my ashes sprinkled inside some fireworks! Rochelle: How very Ellis of you. Coach: Hah! When I go, I want my remains used as fishin' bait. Nick: You can just leave my body out to rot in the street. I don't care. Keith: If I die, I want my body tossed out of an airplane, and whoever's backyard pool I land in gets my entire will. Everyone: Ellis: Dude... AWESOME!! Nick: Keith what the fuck. Rochelle: "If" you die?





















