I was 19 when they removed my gallbladder. Plagued with stones, not cancer, thank God. I don’t know why I asked to keep it. Curiosity. It’s legal in my state, so the surgeon approved it without fuss and my organ remained mine—albeit in a different container. I have this buddy, mortician in training. Stef. She agreed to preserve my gallbladder. Wet samples practice. We laughed at the absurdity. An hour later, I was walking out of her university lab, my gallbladder drifting in