Lost in Space

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12.21.2004

Dust to dust

Rest in Space.

This is being offered today... what will it be like 50 years from now? Considering the enthusiasm for private space tourism lately, I imagine more elaborate services will be available by the time I die. Blast me to Europa or Titan, I say. Or scatter me over the basin of Mare Imbrium where I may forever enjoy the shadows of the Alps.

If I never make it into space alive, I can be content with 7 grams of my ashes forever orbiting the earth. Scatter some more at Deception Pass or Mount Baker and my soul can rest at ease.

Oh, my Mother says she wants whatever is left to fertilize her garden!

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