My little cousin Stevie died from SIDS.

I think I was about five at the time, so that means Stevie would have been in his 40’s now- his eyes were blue.

So, I went to Stevie’s funeral and he was buried at the cemetery I would work at over 30 years later. Of all the graves of my family members that are buried there I could never bring myself to visit his.

Anyway, there is a point to these random thoughts.

When we were standing there around his little coffin, I remember thinking when I die nobody is going to put me into a box and stick me into the ground.

I decided at that moment I’m going to Triton when I die.

Its a darn fine plan if you ask me.

Neptune on Triton's Horizon: Image Credit: NASA