Did you know we're all made from stardust? You, me, your father. All of us. Our atoms were formed in the stars. Not the stars you can see now. The older ones. The ones that went nova and turned into dust. Our bodies are made from remnants of ancient suns. Of course, you can't look to the heavens and actually see your dad, but one day his physical essence will blow into space, yours and mine, too. And together, we'll make new stars.
Indeed, it is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed in any longer.