Overview: Tired of watching a bunch of little brats pretend to be the long dead sons of Abraham? Take a trip to Greenland and be sated by the knowledge that anything about your likeness that was worth a dime will be endlessly exploited until the end of eternity. Your face will be on collector's plates and other worthless knick-knacks for Craigslist morons to fight over. Well, enjoy the afterlife fella. At least in death you never have to try and talk to women!