I plugged the bathtub with a small towel to catch the pieces of bone and flesh. The continuous sledgehammer pounding transformed his body into a meaty play-dough. No time to waste, I grabbed the pliers and used them to pull out the trachea and vertebrae; pieces of bone and cartilage curling and crackling as they hit the porcelain tub. The throws of the saw sliced through the skin like a rare tenderloin dinner. The spinal cord separated at his neck with two simple cuts. His head snapped off with ease, falling into the corner of the tub, right side up, his eyes gazing upon me and his torso.