Conditional Reality

At the mad inventor’s funeral everyone (including the mad inventor) wore aluminum foil hats in accordance with his final wishes. After the eulogy the mad inventor spoke to his assembled family and friends through their dental fillings. I had a good life, he said, with nothing to complain about. I’m sorry I never got a patent for my afterlife communication system, but that’s a small thing. Please embrace your madness. It is all you have. The mourners all nodded their heads. Their aluminum foil hats bobbed like shiny waves and made crinkly noises they thought would surely attract inquisitive aliens.