If you were to die tommorow, how will you be remembered?

Question

How will your family and friends and the people you have met along the way, remember you? And all the places you have been to, how will they miss you? the park you used to go when you were feeling down or just felt like it and that local store you so often go...and all the places you used to go when you were just a kid..

Answer 1

They probably would celebrate my past existence and will eventually move on with their own lives, nothing more.

Answer 2

Evidently I've never met or talked to anyone I didn't make a strong impression on one way or another... so I guess I won't be forgotten easily. but that was just according to my friends a few years ago.

I've traveled, fought in two wars, loved, been hated, almost died too many times to count, can't EVER read enough books... but mostly, behind my cynicism I'm kind.

Answer 3

I am trying hard to be rid of the ego even when alive. I certainly do not want to be remembered after death.



When one dies the body and ego-mind-thought complex is what dies. That is what is perceived by oneself normally as 'I'. Then, what is it that has to be remembered? What use use is it to that which, if anything, lives on beyond death?

Answer 4

how they would remember me?? well they would feel sad for taking advantage of me, and being so selfish all the time, and just turning away when i needed them when i was always therewhen they needed me no matter what.



they will miss me once they realize i am the only person stupid enough to listen to all of thier pathetic problems and get NOTHiNG out of them in return.





sorry if i sound bitter, in a VERYYYY bad mood.

Answer 5

As a fun, loving caring person.

My closest would remember me as a nagging brat !

But in a good way.

They would remember me by my personality.

People who aren't close to me would remember me as being chattty and confident around others.

Answer 6

As a good mother, a good friend and an intelligent person. Places can't miss you. They don't have feelings.

Answer 7

My closet will miss me...when i'm down, angry or upset i climb into it, sit amongst my shoes, coats and dresses hanging onto me, close the doors and just sit and hide away from reality... sounds all emo but sometimes i just want to truly be alone.. dunno?

My twin will most probably miss me, especially when i'm not there to tell him if the outfit he's wearing looks nice, snazzy or hot...late night hot chocolate on our house's roof... Fighting over who gets to drive and why i'm wearing his t-shirts.... yea...i could get all nostalgic but i'll just leave it there...

Answer 8

I guess I really won't know, but I think they would remember me........by the way I acted. A lot of people say they love being around me cause I am fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Answer 9

I won't know, I'm gonna be dead.

Answer 10

They will remember the popsicle I bought them when it was hot. They will remember the poem I made up on that long drive. They will remember the killer mix tape I made for the opening of disco 54. They will remember the cake I baked for Johnny Carson's birthday. They will remember the fart I laid in World Philosophy 101. They will remember when I forgot to do the dishes. They will remember The Bible I wrote. They will remember me for my paper airplanes. They will remember me as the opening act for the Jefferson Airplane. They will remember me for dancing with the ugly bride. They will remember me for saving Istanbul. They will remember me as the one who refused to take it anymore. They will remember me as the one they forgot. They will remember me as the one who talked openly about the under the table job I was working in the unemployment insurance line. They will remember me for sinking the Titanic. They will remember me for discovering America. They will remember me for taking down the white man. They will remember me for inventing cold fusion. They will remember me eating plastic and saying it tasted good. They will remember my potato salad. They will remember me for always being in bad mood. They will remember me for singing in the sweetest voice in the church choir. They will remember me for sitting up straight and not putting my elbows on the table. They will remember me as the one who spent too much time answering Yahoo questions. They will remember me for my original bass lines. They will remember me as the man with no name. They will remember me for my endless knowledge of 70s B Movies. They will remember me for ending the "Cold War" and for heating up Maria Muldar's thighs. They will remember me for memorizing the Koran. They will remember me as the one who got out of that backwater town. They will remember me for my spaghetti sauce. They will remember me for driving Joe Pesci to his first audition. They will remember me for keeping my word. They will remember me following every movement of Paris Hilton. They will remember me for never forgetting our anniversary. They will remember me for going bald at 19. They will remember me as the thirty-fifth president of the USA. They will remember me as the loner stoner in the back of the classroom. They will remember me as the one who died happy. They will remember me as the you who died in debt. They will remember me for my lemon merange pie and my coconut macaroons. They will remember me for shooting straight. They will remember me for shooting my best friend when we were hunting for squirrels. They will remember me as the author of "Howl". They will remember me as the one who was arrested at the LInkin Park concert. They will remember as the dude who smelled bad. They will remember me as the dude who always smelled of cheap perfume. I'll always remember Paris.