In Death, I Will Travel to the Stars

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Last Updated on September 4, 2022 by ADMIN-TOM

When I die, I want to be hermetically sealed in a see-through coffin, loaded into a capsule, stuck on top of a rocket, and blasted into space. It doesn’t matter which way you point me; I know it will be a long journey. Besides, I’ll be dead, and it will not matter a hoot to my poor old body.

The idea is that at some point in the journey an alien race will discover my spaceship and they will get the chance to see what a human being looks like. They will poke and prod my body, and they will learn they are not alone in the universe, they will realise that somewhere out in the stars there are other intelligent beings. So, I’m quite happy to step-forward to show them the universe is not devoid of life and that they are not alone.

Of course, there is always an ulterior motive in many a good tale and the telling of my death, whenever it happens, should include my fear of being buried alive.

It’s a simple fear, phobia, call it what you will. In this tale, when I die, I only appear to be dead. In reality, I’ve been bitten by a spider and my body has gone into shock. I can’t speak, can’t move and even my eyes are locked in place and glazed over. My breathing is so shallow, nobody notices my breathing, and so to the outside observer, I look dead.

Of course, when death is confirmed by a doctor who only goes through the motions of checking to see if I’m alive, you can guess what is coming next. You’ve got it, dear reader. Burial! And that’s the part I’m not too keen on. I can handle the thought of dying; my death is not something I’m afraid of. But tell me I’m going to be buried six feet under and I’ll have nightmares for weeks.

So, when it’s my turn, dear reader, I hope to have my body committed to medical research, or even have a crowd sourcing page, or some such thing, to pay to have my body shipped from Cyprus to England, be cremated and have my ashes scattered out at sea.

And if all else fails, maybe I could get enough funds to have my body placed in a wooden dinghy, set ablaze, and pushed out to sea from a Paphos beach in the early dawn.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2022

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