In my will it stipulates that I wish to be cremated upon demise though I may need to amend that to "everything but the toes". I would like all ten of mine lopped off, pickled and sent Fed ex to the Downtown Hotel in Yukon territory. Apparently this hotel is doing brisk business peddling shots to wingnuts. You'd have to be one to agree to pay  $5 for a glass full of whiskey at the bottom of which is a perfectly preserved pickled human toe. To be on the I-drank-a-shot-wth-a-pickled-toe-in-it club you have to shoot it in front of everyone including The Toe Captain so they can verify that when you tilt your head back to swallow the liquid that the toe slides forward and touches your lips....

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There was a riveting article about this in the WSJ and I chortled reading this part in particular

While it may sound unsanitary, the toes are pickled for months in medical alcohol and then packed in dry salts. "There is no issue with the toe," says Patricia Living, communications director for Yukon Health and Social Services. "The risk of freezing on the way to the bar or being attacked by a pack of wolves would be higher."

The Sourtoe Cocktail was invented in 1973 by Dick "River Rat" Stevenson who, not surprisingly, came up with this psychotic and brilliant idea when he was drunk. There is a ceremony performed by the night's "toe captain," a logbook to sign and a certificate of membership awarded.