The least you guys could do would be to hold some parades for me 50 years late. And apologize for firing me when I had just turned 16. And 17. I think I didn't get fired on the 3rd job. I was learning.
At the parade, I want my float shaped like a giant hamburger, about 30 feet in diameter. I'll sit on top high and pretty wearing a crown. I want real pickle smell. Hold the horseradish.
