RIP to such a funny dude. He would say that he was worm food, because that is the extent of afterlife. You live 71 years, then you're worm food. If you're lucky, you get a memorial where all the assholes that you knew your whole life get together and talk about the great things you did... Bullshit, they remember all the times you got drunk and tried to have sex with the living room furniture. It's a pathetic sight really, bunch of old fucks talking about a dead fuck, fucking furniture. Sounds about right.