merely...

..a man

let's say i'm burnt beyond recognition. one way to identify my body is to look at the big toe on my left foot. there's a rock in it. an unmistakable dark spot. it's been in my toe since childhood.
let's say i've been dismembered. on a beach. the left foot washed out to sea. the best way to identify me at this point is comparing my head to my headshot-resume. or find the credit for taming of the shrew with the georgia shakespeare festival*. i lost a tooth during that show. pry my lips apart with a bottle-opener. the right central incisor may look real. but it is a fake. i pretend that it's a real tooth.
let's say i've fallen into a meat-grinder. feet-first. no rock, no head. my last action is reaching with my right hand to the heavens for help that will never come. for dramatic effect, the machine gets unplugged. this hand is all that's left. a pile of ground me below. peel this hand open and you will find three alloy metacarpal bones. they were broken and replaced while i was looking for acting work in hollywood back in 2001. that place is dangerous.

*three words that do not belong together