I want to live in a plastic house!

Plastic floors and plastic doors. Plastic walls and plastic halls. I want to sit on plastic chairs and sleep in my plastic bed. I want a plastic car parked in my plastic garage. I want to eat plastic food so I can take a shit on my plastic toilet. When my plastic house catches on fire, I’ll call the plastic fire department and wait for the plastic firetruck. Then plastic firemen will spray plastic water on the plastic flames. But it will be too late. And at my funeral, I want my body to be put inside a plastic casket and buried in a plastic cemetery.