If i lost my leg i would bury my leg on the top of a small hill in Switzerland.

I’d jump on a plane, fly over to Geneva, hire an automatic car and drive around La Swiss for 2-3-4-5 weeks, or however long it took. I’d find the most peaceful, calm & beautiful hillock. Not a mountain, nor a glacier, but a small hill in the middle of a valley. It would have to be summer time. Summer time in Switzerland is wonderful. The air is cool fresh and clear. The sky is a crazy blue.
I’d prefer the hill had no trees, so that no shade would fall on my buried leg.
I would make no marker, so no one could find it, no one would know except me.

Every now and then, every couple of years, I’d fly over to Switzerland and go to my hill, to sit and remember what it was like to have two.