[ WP ] You are tasked with conducting the funeral of the human race .

We got drunk last night, crying and holding each other until exhaustion took over. 
 
 When I woke, he was outside.... without protection. The heat was immense. Unbearable for more than a few hours. I did n't bother putting on my suit and headed through the hatch. He was facing the sunrise smoking a J. The sun takes up almost the entire sky now.... 
 
 `` Where'd you get a light?'' 
 
 `` I did n't'', he responded. Then I notice.... 
 
 Under his hat, all his hair was gone, then I smelt mine burning. 
 
 `` Today's the day Jane'' 
 
 We headed to the launchpad and began the procedure. `` Clear'' read the LCD. The last step was to rig the Golden Record, I broke into tears when he brought it out. It is the last of us, all of us. What really got me were the scratches where earth's coordinates used to be... 
 
 `` Launching'' 
 
 Perception launched high into the air. The last marvel of human engineering. Around 2,000 ft it will take a picture. The last photo. We each drew half a heart, and stood in the middle. Then we bit down... hard. 
 
 `` Any second now'' he said. I've only know him for a few short days, but I'm glad I did n't have to go it alone. I could feel it in my veins, but only for a moment, the cyanide was taking affect. I looked at him and his eyes were bleeding. We fell backwards, I could n't feel anything. He grabbed my hand so tight and I squeezed his so hard. My vision fading I saw the flash. 
 
 And then nothingness overtook me
