Already Tried blahetka, The heathens already cooked him. And his head is gone. I tried CPR, but it sounded like I was attempting to play a saxophone, only worse. Blew oyster stuffing all over the table. Ingratiated myself for life. Reckon I'll return to TV dinners since the highbrow won't be sending invitations in the future. My dad was the only one to laugh. He's highbrow, but makes allowances for his eldest. You should see me at the yacht club. They give me plenty of latitude. Figure I'm nuts and will cause some disaster to their unblemished (hah!) reputations. Took pictures of the hoity-toity jumping a salmon. Looked like a pack of starving dogs. Then occasionally left a photo in a very conspicuous place. Probably just flipped myself. One of them may have a brain and read DI. I left my hoity in the toity to the chagrin of family and friends. My dad is the only one that doesn't care. He brilliant, but has a genetic flaw he passed to me. It's called the DNGAS gene. Back to the subject. A turkey can live quite a while without a head. Just pour feed down it's throat, like me. I suspect the cooking and stuffing did him in. Unless you can cryo-uncookify him, he'll be in repose in my freezer. Appreciate Your Concern, Clay & Kenny G Jr. P.S. That's a unique handle. My tongue is still cramped.