If the cryonics don't work out, there's always the alternative of a space funeral.  This isn't the 21st century get cremated and have a bit of ash stuffed into a satellite that will probably crash somewhere in the Mojave job; this is a full-blown ceremony with the body stuck in a photon torpedo and shot out the airlock while a drunken Scotsman tries to play Amazing Grace on the bagpipes with nine fingers and a Canadian in a toupee emotes all over the place.

I think that's supposed to be an improvement.

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