lol I remember when i was 12 years old and discovering Chariots
   of the Gods by that Danish guy or Swiss or German? Daniken?* I
   dunno.* He was Erik to me. Anyway, I totally devoured it.* Loved
   it, ran my mind around it; concluded that the reason for the
   importance of burial in the many religions (including the one I
   was brought up in) was to ensure that when God the alien came
   back, he'd bring us bodily back from the dead by rebuilding us
   from our DNA and reconstructing our brains from the pieces we
   left behind scattered throughout Time and through interviewing
   reconstructed people, and decided that I'd get buried instead of
   cremated and I'd better leave a lot of pieces of myself behind.
   Flash forward from the early 80s to the mid-90s.* X-Files came
   out.* I couldn't bear to watch it because by then, I'd relegated
   Ancient Astronauts to the plausible-fiction category (along with
   most other things, actually) and seeing it on the screen made me
   go, "Oh no, not again!" - although when I finally allowed myself
   to watch it in re-runs, I enjoyed the heck out of it just the
   same