Between elaborate pyramids and Viking ships set ablaze, funerals back in the olden days were a sight to behold. Now it seems like everyone just wants to be buried in dirt and get it over with already, which is so boring and unmajestic I could cry. Some, however, go with the unexpected, and it's almost always the guys you already knew were awesome already.
The ashes of James Doohan, who played chief engineer Montgomery "Scotty" Scott on the original "Star Trek" TV series, have been loaded into a rocket that is set to launch in New Mexico later this month.
The remains of Doohan, Mercury astronaut Gordon Cooper and some 200 others were loaded into the rocket Friday by Charles Chafer, chief executive of Celestis, a Texas company that contracts with rocket firms to send cremated remains into space.
Doohan passed away in 2005, but I suppose it takes a little time to collect enough people to make taking the rocket trip for such burial methods worthwhile. Such a method isn't as innovative (or exorbitantly expensive) as it was ten years ago when Gene Roddenberry did it, but it doesn't make it any less fascinating; it's still quite out-of-the-ordinary enough to make an impression when you hear it's being done. More importantly, like a sailor being buried at sea, it just seems right. It almost somehow seems like it's even more special in the case of Doohan, who only played an astronaut (or would it be sailor, really?) on television. All those years acting against backdrops, finally now being able to truly go where few have ever gone.
Things involving space, while still retaining a vastness of longing and humanity, never fail to remind me of Ray Bradbury. This one reminds me of his short story Kaleidoscope.
He fell swiftly, like a bullet, like a pebble, like an iron weight, objective, objective of all but time now, not sad or happy or anything, but only wishing he could do a good thing now that everything was gone, a good thing for just himself to know about.
When I hit the atmosphere, I'll burn like a meteor.
"I wonder," he said, "if anyone'll see me?"
The small boy on the country road looked up and screamed. "Look, Mom, look! A falling star!" The blazing white star fell down the sky of dusk in Illinois.
"Make a wish," said his mother. "Make a wish."
Godspeed on your imminent voyage, Mr. Scott. Ride on, you shooting star.
_DictionaryGirl_ once told her mother that she wanted to be cremated and packed into fireworks and exploded over the Pacific when she died, and was swiftly smacked upside the head for thinking a damn fool thing like that. DG was eight years old then, but her views have not changed. Only now, she's broadening her horizons to consider space rockets.
_DictionaryGirl_ once told her mother that she wanted to be cremated and packed into fireworks and exploded over the Pacific when she died, and was swiftly smacked upside the head for thinking a damn fool thing like that. DG was eight years old then, but her views have not changed. Only now, she'd broadening her horizons to consider space rockets.
you can actually get your ashes launched into orbit for less than the cost of a nice casket. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm looking forward to it, but I'm pretty sure none of my asshole relatives will have the balls to give me a viking funeral.
if his ashes manage to re-engage the warp drive with a record time-setting cold start and rocket the... er... rocket back wards into last week, well... i won't say i told you so.
James Doohan was awesome, I'm glad he's finally getting his ticket into space. From the way things are looking humans won't be departing this solar system (up until the panic when our sun many millennium from now our sun finally dies). We're too darn selfish as a species to work together to make space travel viable (plus we banned the shit out of the nuclear propulsion craft that could have gotten us up a lot easier than the damned Hydrogen and other liquid and solid boosters.
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APR 05, 2007 08:39 AM