Some “logic” for you.

If,
(that which doesn’t kill you) = stronger
Then,
(my stomach) = immortal

The rest of me will rot away, but my stomach will remain long after the cockroaches. It will be blasted from the surface of the Earth as the Sun’s increasing heat vaporizes our oceans and it is flung into deep space by the gravitational pull of a large passing donut. As it passes through the heliopause and on through the Oort cloud, it will devour radiation and develop a special liking for the interstellar medium.

It’s constant “gaseous state” will ensure that it continues to increase it’s rate of speed at approximately one flatulent emission a minute. Since farts can travel up to 10 feet per second, the added thrust will eventually allow my disembodied stomach to reach the Milky Way’s escape velocity of approximately 500-600 km/s. As it passes through the outer-most regions of the galaxy it may come across some exotic matters and even dark matter, continuing of course to devour everything in its path.

By now it has become a ravenous beast –insatiable and unstoppable. It sails on into the abyss and eventually begins to reach speeds approaching that of the cosmological speed limit of about 300,000 km/s. At these speeds a single fart is stretched out over hundreds of thousands of miles, and it fills the Virgo Super Cluster with exotic flatulence. As it hits an appreciable percentage of the speed of light every atom in its path becomes a fusion snack and a trail of gamma radiation pours forth from the ultimate anus propelling the tummy to where no bowel has previously gone. Time slows to a crawl, and the immortal intestines look back at the Milky Way, now just barely a visible dot in the distance, and thinks, “What I wouldn’t give for just one more Doritos Locos Taco . . .”