Uruguay

Population: A few million.
Located: Near Argentina.
Known for: Soccer World Cup Qualification.

In the movie Alive some Roman Catholic Uruguayans are forced to eat the flesh of their friends. They liken it to the Catholic ritual of Holy Communion, where the devout pretend to eat the flesh of Christ, which is actually bread.

The Uruguayans that eat their teammates flesh do so because their plane crashed in the Andes. If my plane crashed in the Andes I would like to eat, in descending order; Jesus' flesh, human flesh, bread. Why these stupid religious types felt the need to pretend they were eating bread is beyond me.

Idiots!

Uruguayans are more European than other South Americans. Being more European means more white. I think I would prefer to eat a white person to a black person, and definately more than a South American Indian. South American Indians have no neck, which means you are getting stiffed a neck when you sit down to deny the corpse.

I think the neck would be tough, but I think it would be good for soup or stew.

When I eat kangaroo I find it has not enough fat to taste nice on its own. So I make a curry. I would make a human curry too, with most of the corpse. Some parts I would eat as steaks - the buttocks, the thighs, the face.

If I was eating a female I would make a confit of breast. I would serve with gravy and potatoes. At no time of the eating would I think of pretending it was bread. I would enjoy my breast.

I think that when you are eating your friends it is important to appreciate the flesh. Say, "hmm, you've really taken care of yourself, I can taste it in this butt steak". They say funerals should be celebrations of life. They usually are. Usually they are droll affairs where people feel sad because they can't spend anymore time with the deceased. If you eat somebody you are really celebrating their life, celebrating it with your taste buds.

Come to think of it, when I die I would like to be eaten.