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Grant Naylor is a gestalt entity occupying two bodies, one of which lives in
north London, the other in south London. The product of a horribly botched
genetic-engineering experiment, which took place in Manchester in the late
fifties, they try to eke out two existences with only one mind.
They attended the same school and the same university, but, for tax reasons,
have completely different wives.
The first body is called Rob Grant, the second Doug Naylor. Among other things,
they spent three years in the mid-eighties as head writers of Spitting Image;
wrote Radio 4's award-winning series Son of Clichй; penned the lyrics to a
number one single; and created and wrote Red Dwarf for BBC Television.
They have made a living variously by being ice-cream salesmen, shoeshop
assistants and by attempting to sell dodgy life-assurance policies to close
friends. They also spent almost two years on the night shift loading paper into
computer printers at a mail-order factory in Ardwick. They can still taste the
cheese 'n' onion toasties.
Their favourite colour is orange. Red Dwarf was an enormous bestseller when
published as a Penguin paperback in 1989. Better Than Life was the
not-very-long-awaited sequel.
Penguin also publish Primordial Soup: Red Dwarf Scripts, and Son of Soup: A
Second Serving of the Least Worst Scripts is forthcoming. Last Human, Doug
Naylor's Red Dwarf novel, is also available.
RED DWARF Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers
Part One: Your own death, and how to cope with it
Part Two: Alone in a Godless universe, and out of Shake'n'Vac
Part Three: Earth




Part One: Your own death and how to cope with it
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'DESCRIBE, USING DIAGRAMS WHERE APPROPRIATE, THE EXACT CIRCUMSTANCES LEADING TO
YOUR DEATH.'
Saunders had been dead for almost two weeks now and, so far, he hadn't enjoyed a
minute of it. What he wasn't enjoying at this particular moment was having to
wade through the morass of forms and legal papers he'd been sent to complete by
the Department of Death and Deceased's' Rights.
It was all very well receiving a five-page booklet entitled: Your Own Death and
How To Cope With It. It was all very well attending counselling sessions with
the ship's metaphysical psychiatrist, and being told about the nature of Being
and Non-Being, and some other gunk about this guy who was in a cave, but didn't
know it was a cave until he left. The thing was, Saunders was an engineer, not a
philosopher - and the way he saw it, you were either dead or you were alive. And
if you were dead, you shouldn't be forced to fill in endless incomprehensible