Ah gid old Kurt, you drag him out Casket every time the town crier shouts, "bring out your dead".
I can only assume that you have removed his ribs and his spinal column and a puppeteer from Jim Henson's Muppet Factory is operating his head and hands.
He seems a top bloke, if a bloke dead from the neck up can be considered topographically sentient.
I am proud of you Casket, your ability to stop your life partner being eaten by sharks, stung by killer bees, bitten by a nest of black widows, eaten by crocodiles, left for dead and baking in a broken down Newt in the outback of your love, cuckolded by a plethora of Filipino under and over age call girls, while simultaneously protecting him from your unwanted attention is indeed a credit to you!
Ahhh old Kurt, he always reminds us all that the love of a gid wummin, is sometimes a gid reason to drink far too much.