Spite is an underappreciated energy resource. It’s infinitely renewable.
A final act of spite, I’ve been thinking, might be to leave my organs to a local dogs’ home.
My wife — she knows about these things — tells me that would not be legal.
Could I leave my body to a cannibal?
“No,” she says.
You can legally put these things in your will if you want to, but anyone acting on such a beautiful bequest would be face criminal prosecution.
“Only technically,” I protest.
“Only actually,” she says.
Back to the drawing board then. The drawing board of spite.