Take a look back at your life. The art you made, music you enjoyed, relationships, style, character… All the passion with which you lived. Passion towards others, animals, entertainment… It’s there (even if only in an aging memory), and suddenly, without warning, it’s gone. Permanently. Never to return; never to be known; never to be shared; never to enjoy. It’s wiped away from all existence.
Death is an absolute nightmare. It doesn’t matter if there’s a Heaven for you or something else. It’s all hell! Everything you’ve become and built is completely erased. Your identity is reduced to a few engraved words on a marker (if you’re lucky).
We will never know the stories, the passions, or the wonders of those we see in cemeteries, graveyards, and urns. Some may have memories and souvenirs, but to the majority of life on Earth, there is nothing. Nothing to say how wonderful you were to that homeless person. Nothing to say how you were larger than life in your twenties. Nothing to show for your teenaged lessons. Nothing to say how your emotion for your parents changed as you grew up. Your family connections. Your professional self. Nothing in a “RIP” epitaph. So, what will you say? How would you like others in generations to come to regard you?
Changing your grave marker into a bench to help ease others as they visit the graves continues your legacy of helping others. Erecting a pyramid shaped burial vault catches others’ eyes as they pass, maybe making them wonder what it means (to you, to your religion, to your personal understanding of history). A scannable bar / QR code to a Website with photos, videos, music, and stories can help. But what if no one scans it? How will you… How will I be remembered? Do we deserve to be remembered? Or is that just a mundane concept that has no impact on the Universe and Multiverse?
This nightmare… This black hole and abyss that comes with no real warning. Physicians can maybe predict a schedule, but you’re never prepared. You never have enough time. Enough love. Enough life. It’s never enough. And then it’s gone. It’s just erased… You are erased…
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