A long time ago and on another forum, I used to fantasize about Pip’s mangled remains being retrieved piecemeal from ditches the length and breadth of Borsetshire. Alas, the wench is not yet dead.
I have not abandoned all hope, however; indeed, my desires have increased in scope. Now, I long for the remains, mangled, of the bleating tart to be commingled with those of that filthy little prig Mia.