One gloomy autumn night I accelerated my DeLorean on the highway, and to my suprise noticed the scenery suddenly changing. Flying cars and endlessly high skyscrapers surrounded me.

I was in the future.

"Curious," I said to myself, and realized there was only one thing I needed to do, and so to the nearest graveyard I drove.

"This is where I lay," I said, and somehow just knew it. I picked up a shovel and began my search.

Hours flew by but I did not give up until I reached six feet, where I pierced through wood and unleashed a stench of death and decay, immediately recognizing it as my own. A wide grin appeared on my face as I gazed at my own corpse.

I unzip my pants and lower myself into the decay-filled casket, the closeness of my own cadaver making me rock-hard. Unable to resist any longer, I begin to use one of the empty eye sockets as my fleshlight.

I fill the skull with piss, and shit upon the partly rotted chest, giving the worms an additional feast. Furthermore, I cut off my left hand and wrap its fingers around my member. A move I like to call "the perfect stranger".

The question of how I had died lingers on my mind as I jerk myself off with my own severed hand. Feeling my climax building up, I turn the corpse around and thrust my throbbing member into the maggot-filled rectum and begin to move my hips, literally fucking myself.

I nut deep inside the larva-infested sphincter and pull myself out. Now panting, I desecrate my own corpse further by fingering its rotting urethra.

To my chagrin, the authorities soon arrive and inform me that unauthorized time travel is frowned upon, sending me back.

"Oh well, tomorrow is jazz night."