Sure you have. It’s the same way you’d smuggle dirt from tunnels out of a NAZI concentration camp. They used sewn pocket pouches. You’d use a modified car bathroom nozzle (fitted to your briefs) with a 1’ wide clear rubber hose run down the inseam leg portion of your trousers down to the cuffs.
Once at the grave site, you’ll re-tie your shoe laces and pull the small cork out of the bottom of the tube (by the cuffs). From there, make what holy gestures you need to by his grave stone ( you might buy more time if you have someone with you taking pictures).
At that point, just think of Niagara Falls, let go of all of your inhibitions, and do it all while looking up and mouthing the words, " Thank you, God…!"
I can see it now… various cemeteries and clubs and parks and others all witholding permission to bury the Trump corpse. Meanwhile it just rots and is continually wheeled from place to place by some MAGAts begging for a location to inter it. Until finally they just toss it in a ditch full of wastewater and toxic chemicals.
Or maybe they will just leave it to rot aboard that defunct rotting jet plane of his that’s wasting away in a back lot at some remote forgotten airport somewhere.
I’d pitch in on minimal repairs and a quarter-tank of aircraft fuel.
Then we’d wheel him aboard, set the autopilot for “Plummeting Into The Bermuda Triangle”…and thousands of people would gather on the shore to wave goodbye.
And sing “Tiny Hands”. And drink Scotch (courtesy of the Scots who wouldn’t let his body anywhere near their pristine country). Oh, and dance like he claimed to see Muslims doing on 9/11.
I did too, a few posts above. (". . . just leave it to rot aboard that defunct rotting jet plane of his. . . ") I would not have thought to use a gendered 3rd-person pronoun to refer to a corpse. To me, a corpse is an “it”. (ETA: GMTA.)
I myself would just expectorate, piss, dump, puke and prolapse over his welcome mat.
Uncomfortably. < (heh caught my typo of that second “o” accidentally being an “a”)
