Your Exit Plan

It's the end of the line... you are terminally ill with testicular cancer and it's rendered you completely useless to me. You've always been a good slave, you give 98% of your paycheck to me, you divorced your wife like I asked you to, drained your sons college fun "just because." You've only got 3 more months to live so I've created an exit plan for you to make sure I've squeezed every single bit of worth out of your body and soul before the time comes to walk you into to an underground organ harvesting operation. Let's see here, what's on the list...