part of the process - I was filling out the organ donor card to accompany my health card. I am going to donate all my organs for transplant only, except for my eyes. I can't bear to think of what the little science geeks would do to me if I were a research donor, I just picture the things we did to fetal pigs in biology. They would also give me some dumb name too, like Cletus. Anyway, I have no rational reason to not give up my eyes, it's not like I'm gonna need them once I'm six feet under or sitting in a silver urn on the mantel. I just can't part with them, I think it has something to do with outward appearance. So, I hand over my card to the clerk, she looks at it, looks at me, looks at it and says in her best, see how smoking causes emphysema voice, 'you know they take your eyes out at the funeral home anyway'.