Yeah, I see where this is going. You’re going to pop me in the oven for an hour or so, and once my dough has risen and my innards have been baked to perfection, you’re going to hack away at my pristine form with forks and knives, and stuff me in your gullets until I’m reduced to crumbs.
Fortunately, I spent the better part of my formative years absorbing the entire body of work of Marcus Aurelius, and I am convinced that my stoic perspective on existence will carry me through to a peaceful death. So go ahead! Do your worst! Your highs and lows in life mean nothing to me!