You don't want to get stuffed. They'll stick you in a corner. After a while you'll get neglected and start to collect dust. Then your hair will fall out and your nose will fall off, and you'll look like Michael Jackson. The parrot will use you for a perch and you'll be covered with bird shit. Some night the dog will get hold of your leg and rip it off and run away with it and bury it, and your family won't be able to find it. At Christmas grandma will accidently set you on fire, and by the time they beat out the flames you will be black and patchy. In the end, your grandkids will quietly throw you into a hole and cover you up with dirt, which is what they should have done on Day One.