Our Bodies Are Traitors

Our bodies are traitors. It's as simple as that. For years and years, they trot along happily with us, jumping when we jump, running when we run, sleeping when we sleep, downing vast ice cream sundaes when we do the same. Yet, all the while, they very well might be plotting insurrection.

And then, one day, the revolution occurs.

Obviously, our bodies are little commies. Leftists. Because, when we die, they shall be left in the grave.

Okay, okay - that was a horrible attempt at punning. Perhaps my brain has revolted as well?