“Hey, Bob-O. Now, when the dark prince does finally call you home, please promise me that you’ll donate your body to science. And I don’t mean medical science, I mean NASA. Because when those buzz-cuts have all but given up on trying to figure out just exactly what a black hole is, and they get one look at that space where your heart was supposed to be? Well, by gum, you know they’re just gonna say, ‘Aw, shucks. That’s what it is.’”