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I Would Have Sold My Wife And Children Into Slavery For A Ride Into Space.

You Are A Person And Then You Cease To Be A Person, And A Cadaver Takes Your Place.

The Point Is That No Matter What You Choose To Do With Your Body When You Die, It Won't, Ultimately, Be Very Appealing. If You Are Inclined To Donate Yourself To Science, You Should Not Let Images Of Dissection Or Dismemberment Put You Off. They Are No More Or Less Gruesome, In My Opinion, Than Ordinary Decay Or The Sewing Shut Of Your Jaws Via Your Nostrils For A Funeral Viewing.

Space Doesn't Just Encompass The Sublime And The Ridiculous. It Erases The Line Between.

Sharing A Room With A Cadaver Is Only Mildly Different From Being In A Room Alone. They Are The Same Sort Of Company As People Across From You On Subways Or In Airport Lounges, There But Not There. Your Eyes Keep Going Back To Them, For Lack Of Anything More Interesting To Look At, And Then You Feel Bad For Staring.