What is my legacy?
If I were to die, tomorrow (obviously I didn’t, because this was written on 05/02/2019 and backdated to 04/29/2019 to act like we didn’t miss a day, a scheme which has now been rendered ineffective due to my explanation, which is basically an exposure), what do I want people to remember me as?
I don’t have an answer—truly.
I have plenty of advice for people in terms of what I believe allows for a more fulfilling life (sometimes, I wish I’d follow my own advice more), but I don’t have some image in mind that I want people to remember me by, at least not off the top of my head.
I definitely don’t want people visiting my grave, though. Cemetery trips are crap, and I don’t want anybody to EVER be inconvenienced by visiting my grave. I’d be spinning in my grave if I knew that my selfish children felt so upset by my disappearance that they ripped my poor grandchildren from their futuristic devices (who knows what will be around then) to come see old Grandpa Thunder (that’s what they’re going to call me) in his resting place.
I want to be cremated, and I want the ashes to be dumped out of my urn and into an unmarked grave by a total stranger that my family/friends hire off Craigslist under the “odd jobs” section. That way, nobody can visit me, because nobody will know where my remains are. It’s the perfect crime that’s not really a crime, except for the illegal disposal of human remains.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
