I want Guy Fieri to fill my holes with barbecue sauce, then stick me in the oven at a low heat (About 100° to 110° F) for 5 hours, until I’m loosened up. Then, he will eat the barbecue bake that was slowly created in my asshole with his fingers. Once he is finished with his once in a lifetime meal, he will load up his Troll Chode, slather it in more barbecue sauce, then take my asshole to Flavor Town. As his Girthy Sausage writhes in ecstasy, I will clench the Gates of Pleasure to cut off his his delicious member, and let it marinate in me until I die, when it will be served to all members of my funeral as a delicacy.