Bin Laden wrote:
"Let my grave be an eagle's belly, its resting place in the sky's atmosphere amongst perched eagles."
SEALs responded:
"Let us make him into all manner of the shit and the shit of the shit of unclean beasts, the white worm and blind crab, and sucking eels, and fish having neither scale nor fin, slowly sinking into the ancient mud at the bottom of the steepest trench in the blackness of the suffocating, crushing depths of the sea, never to see a flicker of sunlight again till the end of time."
So, how's that eagle thing working out for you, ya' fuck?
In Our Next Episode: My mourning period for Bin Laden expires.
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