Death be not proud.
In fact, when you're a singing cowboy who perishes at the hands of mole people, death can be downright humiliating.
It's bad enough to lose your life in a fight against mumu-clad subterranians and blocky robo-waddlers. Once you've perished, do you get to move on? To enjoy your eternal reward?
Nope. Instead, your body gets schlepped around like a sack of turnips, and your corpse gets stuffed into a resurrection machine that would make cylons roll their eyes.
Human-looking cylons, that is. The other kind of cylons...well, they're always rolling their eyes, sort of.
Back on topic, our hero returns, none the worse for wear.
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