That it wasn't the decades of smoking, drinking, using drugs, the high cholesterol and blood pressure that killed me. But, never having been on a plane, died when one crashed into his house while he was sitting there engaged in the aforementioned activities. Helluva obit.
I kind of want to be forgotten about.
It suits me.
No, really, even when I was a kid, I avoided socializing.
The notion of being remembered implies that I am remembered for some kind of a contribution either to others or to society.
And while I do these things, I don't want to be remembered for that.
I have sort of an obsession with the idea of Nothingness, or No-Thing-Ness.
It's almost hard to even describe with words or even to try to conceptualize.
I'd call it a Black Hole or equate it to the Supervoid, but I can't even do that because even a Black Hole and the Supervoid is technically Something.
I would also like to be remembered for being kind and supportive and helpful to others. The problem is, most of the people that I know and love, are already in Paradise so there won't be an awful lot of people who will remember me.
I'd like to be remembered as a guy who looked directly at his personal demons and then overcame them and lived what was left of his life reasonably contented.......and who never brought suffering to other people.