We had talked of a good death since our days at the Academy. An honorable last moment, when you gave the ultimate sacrifice in service of your loved ones, your comrades, your ideals. We read odes to those whose death was worthy. We studied the ethics of death in war, and even spilled ales for those friends whose deaths had lived up to that ideal. All that, in the past, was designed to prepare me for the possibility of my own death. And here it is. I leave it to you, dear reader, to decide if it meets that bar.