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All the time in the world couldn't fix his broken heart and all the whisky in the land couldn't ease his pain. She broke him. She broke him good.

With nothing else to lose he drank a gallon of cement in the desperate hope it would still his beating heart. Fortune did not look kindly upon him that sad day, the day North Korea tested nuclear weapons in a neighbouring field. The cement engulfed his organs, muscles and skin, everything except his heart, a heart forged with nuclear power. He became a man of stone. A statue with an everlasting and broken human heart. Destined to live forever with a heart that pours out sorrow with every beat.

Jordan, Brazil.

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Anyone who says that they don't want to live forever is a liar. You can't trust a liar, they tell too many lies. I've always been a big fan of the radio, long wave, short wave, car, shower, clock, all of them. When I die I plan on strapping myself to one thousand radios. If my calculations are correct, my essence, my very being, the stuff that makes me who I am, will be uploaded into the air, the place where radio waves live and dance.

In short, I will live forever as a radio wave, hidden amongst the frequencies, trapped within the sounds. From there I will be able to enjoy an eternity listening to songs and phoning up talk radio stations, where as a deceased man I will tell the world what it's like being dead and how things were much better in the Old Days. With a bit of luck I'll get my own Podcast and become something of a celebrity.

Dexter, London.