If I can’t rot away inside a photon torpedo drifting endlessly in space, the next best thing is burning in a blaze of glory as I re-enter the atmosphere. The k

If I can’t rot away inside a photon torpedo drifting endlessly in space, the next best thing is burning in a blaze of glory as I re-enter the atmosphere. The kids can keep my pinky bone if they insist on following silly ancient rituals. Anyway, the point is that I have not and probably will never have the good fortune of traveling into into space in my lifetime. At least let me do so in death. I promise you you’ll still get your inheritance.