When I die; my brain, I donate to my lecturer, so he can prove that the A- minus I got in calculus major was just because I was sick…
My eyes, I donate to my hesitant mother, so she can see the woman I saw in my wife…
My feet, I donate to my wife, so she can use them to retrace my path to her heart…
My mouth and taste buds , I donate to the avian community, so they can take it to court and charge it for annihilation of a significantly worrying percentage of chicken and turkey…
My English, I donate to Macmillan Oxford University Press, so that they can use it to publish the latest edition of The Oxford dictionary…
My wallet, I donate to Bill gates, so he can use it as a target and to give him hope that he is not a loooooong way off…
You missed to mention the parts that matter most, gonads!('course you knew someone would ask) I suggest you donate them to your wife so that she may remember the philanderer you were. Is that asking for too much?