Zero
Ignition
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Little did he dream before he died that his death would be this long dream of flying and falling forever about the blue world. Life is strange and then you die, or something like that. Then comes the Viking's funeral and afterwards the wake, though we're not there yet.
We come in on the countdown: Zero, ignition, liftoff. Godspeed, Meaty-boy. Farewell for the moment to gravity and Newton's sleep.
The journey of a lifetime begins with a final breath. Go, go, roll your bots gently round the sun, and may you come by this death to the new life everlasting. We commit his person to the sky in hope of no resurrection beyond our bodiless hegira, this one-way ticket with many happy returns, roger and over amen.
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Funeral
Wake
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