 Commander Sanders is in cold storage below decks, and we'll be dropping him off on Earth the next time we swing on by. I'll never forget old Bernie, though, and everything that he taught me, such as the perfect way to die, partying to death with topless women at the age of 217. And Bernie taught me how people poo their pants when they're dead, and that no matter of tequila can get that smell out of your nose, nor is it easy to hide such a thing in a crowd of people.