Journey Into The Earth

A while back, I got lost while I was spelunking (underground, exploring caves) in Kentucky. I was with a small tour group, and somehow I got separated from the rest of the group. I had a flashlight with me, but after a few hours the batteries died. I remember being scared, and wandering for hours. I also remember something chasing me in the dark. Whatever it was, I don't think it was friendly. But that's about all I remember.
They found me 3 weeks later. They say I was eating insects, and sucking on cave moss for moisture. I'm afraid I have no memory of any of that. But since I survived underground for so long, it must be true.
Anyway, I have never been back to Kentucky, although it is a beautiful state. And I have never been tempted to go spelunking again. In fact, the idea of being underground is so repellant (I can't get far enough away from the thought alone) to me, that when I die, I wish to be launched into space. Or at least into orbit. In other words, I want to be buried up, not down. So bury me not on the lone prairie (an old cowboy song), but send me out to the stars. Thank you.