I'm just imagining his funeral now.
"As we commemorate the life of our dearly departed President--"
A pimply-faced teenager enters. "I have a delivery for an Ersh... Naaa-Filvan? Pastrami on rye? Extra sauerkraut?"
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I also have a quirky idea for
Sol Survivor.
A cutting edge genetics firm receives a considerable endowment in Ersh's will. They use the funds on a groundbreaking experiment -- a genetically engineered augment made from DNA samples from Ersh and Eira. Their "child," after a fashion. And just like "Ersh" sounds like "Earth" with a mouthful of potatoes, his daughter's name should be "Terrah" for obvious reasons. The Ershlings of Sol thus become Terrahns.
The thing is... the fulfillment of Ersh's dream becomes a nightmare. Since Terrah Na-Filvan lacks parental guidance, she becomes a space tyrant on the level of Khan Noonien Singh. They call her "the Terrah of the Galaxy."
Irony at its best.