“Hey, no pressure, but I’m going to need you to throw my corpse into a volcano.”
I knew when I met David, a request would eventually occur that I would feel uncomfortable with. I had always assumed it would involve me having to deny him access to my eggs, or being the maid of honour for his wedding to a biologically-created artificial intelligence. It didn’t cross my mind that it would have to do with his death because, honestly, I expected that by the time he would have to worry about that he would have cracked the code to immortality. It was the sort of creature he was.