Answer:
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
I am used when you jump off a bridge for fun.
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
Who is the most foreign visitor you could imagine?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.