Sometimes, despite being the happiest guy on the planet, you have to plan ahead. I just messaged my best friend with the following.
"That's where I intend to pass into the next realm, which really doesn't exist and I'll just end up being a frozen slab for 4 months and will eventually become a melting mess of rotting flesh come spring. Of course if I left the heat on in the Shed-Bo I'll start gassing and leaking in less than 24 hours. I'm leaving the Shed-Bo to you in my will."