Then there's the virus which causes Ebola Fever, for which there is no cure except a lingering squeaking death. And there's Congo Fever, spread by the bite of the Hyalomma tick. And there's Marburg Fever which usually fills your liver with blood until you desanguinate through body orifices and die in gore and agony. No cures there but there is one bright point on the sick list. It seems that it's generally believed that these nasty little viral fevers can be contracted through eating the flesh of a diseased person or animal. For that reason it's unlikely, after you're dead, that you'll be eaten by anything much except dung beetles and dogs. It's rumored that Congo is only a democratic republic because no one this side of a salami slicer from sanity would wish to be dictator there. It's further rumoured that it's believed that in that part of Africa, a strong man's strength passes to another upon the consumption of his testicles lightly sauteed in cassava juice and eaten, thus smeared and speared, as a Shishkebab.