When full, does the jar fear being emptied? Or does it fancy the gratification of a good purge?

Will twisting the lid and popping the seal satisfy, like unbuckling a belt? Or is that quick release more perfunctory, like hanging your hat once safely indoors? 

Is an empty jar, tightly topped, fully clothed?

When you scrape the last swabs of sweetness from its cornerless walls, will the jar finally be nude?

Is the label an overcoat, an undershirt, or a layer of skin?

When upended and given a sharp tap on the bottom, will the jar protest? Will it shriek in alarm,
or will it squeal in delight?