Magic Shell

I had a brownie sundae covered in magic shell tonight. It was good, but it got me thinking. If I was captured by terrorists and given the choice of how to die, it would be this. I would ask them to dip me in a tub full of magic shell and place me in the freezer. That way when Jesus comes back, shining like the sun, destroying the anti-christ and melting everything in sight, I could have a sweet chocolatey snack on the way to getting my glorified body. Mind you, I realize that this would look a little dorky and I would be put at the back of Jesus' grand procession, probably on a unicycle with a helmet instead of a horse, but dag nabbit I'll be darn healthy. Chocolate is an anti-oxidant.