The Loved One Page #10

We're a nation on the move. Death.

Death has become a middle-class business.

There's no future in it.

Soon there shall rise

from these grounds...

...a self-contained city of glass

and alloy for our senior citizens.

- What about the loved ones?

- To the stars, my dear.

In a celestial service befitting

this grand space age of ours.

The loved ones shall soar about

the heavens in an orbit of eternal grace.

Resurrection now.

Xanadu Falls...

...Shadowland, Poets' Corner,

those are eternal.

No. No, nothing is eternal.

All must change...

...including a young woman's beauty.

- No.

- Don't be afraid.

Beauty occurs in many forms.

Consider this statue.

Keep your eye on the statue.

And there.

And look over there.

And here.

Now, look here.

Beauty in every form.

In every form!

Beauty in every form.

Just when everything was perfect.

How could you do this to me?

Yes. The Condor. The Condor in there.

A perfect restoration. Still supple, beautiful

tones, just need a touch up here and there.

And then she had to go and spoil

everything. The shame. The scandal.

And the Blessed Reverend.

No, I can't hurt them like this.

You've got to help me, Barlow.

Well, just what do you have in mind?

Your place, the pet cemetery.

We could take her there

and we could cremate her.

No one would ever know.

You must do something.

You must do something to help me.

You must.

How much money

do you have in the bank?

I don't know. Why?

A change of air is what I need just now.

Back to sunny England for a bit.

That means that I shall require first-class

air passage and an additional sum.

Perhaps the very amount that you have

in your bank account.

That's blackmail!

My dear sir, blackmail is not a word

to be bandied about by gentlemen.

No.

That'll take every cent

we have in the world.

No. Everything we need

for Mom's big tub and everything.

Mom's big tub?

Well, I mean it's either

Mom's big tub or me.

Now, you just have

to make up your mind, Popjoy.

We'll take her out the back

and down the ramp.

And then you bring the truck

around the back.

Wait. Wait a minute.

What is that casket?

That's the Condor's. No, please, Barlow.

Come on. We have to hurry.

That's what I thought it was.

- We'll put Aime in here.

- You must be mad.

They're gonna put that casket in a rocket

and shoot it into an orbit of eternal grace.

No. No.

Eternal grace is not for astronauts.

They're men of mundane manner.

But Aime was a heavenly thing.

It is she who belongs among the stars.

Not that flying robot of yours.

We'll burn him

at the Happier Hunting Ground.

I couldn't. I had to take a loyalty

oath before I could work on the Condor.

Joyboy, go out and get that jack-in-the-box

Condor and take him down to the ramp.

Now.

Detail, prepare casket. Raise.

Forward, march.

Standby for blastoff.

Ladies and gentlemen,

standby for blastoff has just been called.

And in just a few seconds,

we'll have this historic countdown.

Now, let me present to you...

...the man of the hour, without whom

none of this would've been possible.

The Blessed Reverend

Dr. Wilbur Glenworthy.

Too long in earthly bondage.

So it is written,

and so it has come to pass.

Resurrection.

Twenty-four, 23, 22...

To soar in celestial serenity...

... throughout the farthest reaches of the

universe in an orbit of eternal grace.

Trans World Airlines, flight 760.

In large measure, and as always...

... this nation is beholden to the genius

of its children for this great moment.

- Yes, China may brainwash...

- Ten, nine...

- ... Russia may educate...

- Six, five...

- ... but America breeds its genius.

- Blastoff!

Resurrection. Now!

All first-class passengers to your left, sir.

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