My Will

Now that I’m dead will you please make the earth shrink so when you look at the moon at a certain time of the month it looks like a Polo. If that’s too much of an ask, then don’t bother. I guess it would be the mint company that benefits from it anyway. If you don’t do that then will you please dig me up after a couple of years and use my bones to spell out the words The End. I think my legs would be good for the capital T, and will you please make sure you use my skull as the full stop.