By Earthlight

One of the three men was talking, explaining things to Barlow about the rocket, about the pressure-suit he was to wear. Barlow listened and got it all straight. Barlow was helped into the suit. It weighed 700 pounds, and after they had encased him in it -- all but the huge helmet-plate -- he lay there absolutely helpless, on a dolly, waiting to be rolled into the rocket's compartment.

We all have to die sometime, but it's more the manner of our going, and the reason why we must die when we do that's the rub.