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David Fair
Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA
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Having compiled a substantial fortune during my lifetime, I bequeath my entire fortune to the fulfilment of my last wish: Upon my death, my body is to be cremated. The ashes will be planted with a yew tree sapling, nourishing its roots as it grows to a mighty stature. During the years it will take to reach maturity, the tree must be tended carefully and fed nutrients. Once mature the straightest branch will be harvested, fashioned into an arrow and carried into space by a carefully selected astronaut. He, or she, will conduct a spacewalk and fire the arrow into the eternal blackness of infinity. The arrow, scion of my ashes, will fly for all eternity. Until shattered into oblivion by a rogue meteorite.
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