It appears Douglas Adams was right on the money.

According to this article, the weight of life, the universe, and everything (well, almost) is 3x10^42. That's the number three with 42 zeros after it.

Rest in peace my friend.

Fortunately for us the Vogon destructor fleet must've fallen asleep on their way to obliterate the earth for the new hyperspace bypass. Whew.

And now for some Vogon Poetry...

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!