If we are to believe Saint Peter that God is no respector of persons, then it is one thing the almighty has in common with death. No money, no power, no wisdom or guile can circumvent those dread wings once they fold about you. Or, can you escape the shadow of finality? Long before the dawn of this twentieth century men had wondered and tried and failed. But with the turn of the century, and the giant leaps forward in medical knowledge, did it become a possibility? Or was it still only an illusion?