Carlin and I are off in grad school somewhere. We are watching TV when Carlin's face pops up on TV saying that he is the person chosen by The Johnson Act, a program that picks a random adult in the US to look over the cryogenic remains of politicians and famous people. Carlin was chosen to look over the remains of Ted Kennedy. I travel with Carlin to DC as his legal advisor. When we get there we realize Carlin has no choice, he has to look over these remains because it's law. He is compensated with 40 grand a year, but he has to pay the upkeep of the place, which is 38 grand, so he is screwed. I make it my life to free Carlin from this life of servitude.
Then I wake up.
