I like to die face down. But before your done with me. I like to be turned face up, eyes opened. The killer would go through all my pockets, and rub his hands all over my dead body. Then, he take one of my death tags (dog tag). Close my eyes and roll me back to face down. He would rub his hands again, all over my dead body and go through my back pockets. When he done with me, he would stab me in the back to show anyone else coming by, I have been completed and ready to be buried. lying, dead face down, is a great feeling for the nice bulge in your jeans.