“Maybe I am not a cemetery yet, at least for this month, and Betha is here to check up on me? Her diffused atoms and electrical impulses, undying from the cremation, accumulated to respond to our timeless and infinite intimacy? I can almost see the mass-less cloud taking shape and, at its center, a glowing miniscule portion where the chemicals are — the chemicals in our bodies that are remnants of stars, indestructible.”