"Please... bring some sand..." she said. "And while that's getting done... the snuffed Misa-Misa you're going to make... I want it put on an auction with money going to the charity... right?"
"Sure thing", the taxidermist agreed. "You've already mentioned you wanted your body go to charity. I guess that includes things made with your skin".
"Right..." Misa spoke weakly through her hard breathing. "Just wanted to make sure".
In the meantime someone got a bucket of sand. Misa took it with her trembling hands. The pain before was already terrible. What it's going to be like with the sand? There was only one way to know, so Misa lifted it above her head with the taxisermist's help as her own hands were weak now, and poured the sand on herself. Immediately she fell on the floor, convulsing in agony, but that only made more sand stick to her body. It was absolutely crazy and Misa wanted to just die already, but still something made her enjoy every bit of her terrible agony. She squirmed in sand for a minute or two before finally stopping to move.