My Uncle Chester would often spend his time on the farm. One day he noticed one of the horses had died overnight due to a nasty infection. He ended up building a huge 30x30x50 plexiglass case around the horse so he could observe it while it bloated and decayed in the texas sun. after a month or so, we went back to the container and the horse was just a pool of brown liquid with a thick, yet fragile black crust on top of it. There were bits and pieces of hair and bone floating around the horse soup. My Uncle Chester wasted no time installing a diving board and filling the rest of the container with expired cottage cheese and mop water. He sat there for hours, stirring the mixture with a canoe oar he found in the neighbors garage. When it was thouroughly mixed, he dove in, mouth first and over the course of several months he consumed the entire container.