Nobody really knows what happens after you die. It's the ultimate insatiable mystery, and people will always be intrigued by stories that open the door of possibilities. Be it an old man silhouetted in light helping a farm boy become the hero needed to defeat tyranny, or a symbolic tree opening a man's eyes to the truth of a world in grave danger, we love the possibility. We love to hope. I liked Trudy. I know her death was a noble sacrifice. She died far from her home world and any family. As her Samson exploded, it is my hope that she did not die alone.
