I’ve been reading a pre-press version of a science fiction novel, Rodger Olsen’s The Empire of Texas. He used one of my ideas to make the opening a bit more dramatic, then turned me into one of the characters — I die a noble but gruesome death at the hands of neo-Luddites.
My battered remains are found by future archeologists and properly buried with “A Good Man Lays Here” inscribed upon my grave marker.
How cool is that?