Let's be frugal. Why sell your own body to science for CD money when you can sell someone else's, especially when the scumbag probably wasn't a jazz or blues fan anyway? Inclined to feel pangs of guilt over digging up graves, Mr./Miss Sensitive? Then trek down to New Orleans, where you can cauterize your conscience with the fact that not only are the stiffs buried above ground, but they mess with you in death by blocking the view of... More >>>