Up Up and Away
In 1923 there was a successful play, later a film, by Sutton Varne named Outward Bound, about a group of people who find themselves on an ocean liner and discover they have died and are headed toward an afterlife in which heaven and hell are the same thing. For a long time I thought it would be interesting to put it in an airplane endlessly circling in a holding pattern, but perhaps now an even more apt metaphor would be a space station, the job of maintaining it best outsourced to Richard Branson of Virgin Air fame. I would hate to think of NASA taking over the job of delivering us to eternity. Some things just can't be left up to government.