On the subject of death. Part 3.

In part one, I covered how I would choose to die, which is not at all, or last. In part two I went over the displaying of my body. Now in part three I would like to answer Marty's final question. How would I like to be remembered? The thing about remembering people is, do they deserve to be remembered? I still believe that Statues, crypts, mausoleums...etc., are just there because of our human fear of being forgotten. Yet strangely, most of the people that have reside, worm eaten below these decorations tend to be hardly worth a second thought. I would much rather be remembered for who I was than were my corpse is. There is an old Viking saying that goes something like, " He that finds fame of words will live forever". Something like that, I never saw an accurate translation and never learned to read old Norse. I know that if I died today my wake would be full of stories that involve me and whiskey. I know some people would cry and some would laugh, some might even touch themselves inappropriately (this is, of course, directed toward Marty). Rememberance is a tough area because our brains tend to romanticize our memories. That is why ever once and a while you miss that old relationship, sure she cheated on you and tried to poison your food but she had such pretty eyes, awwww. See we are stupid like that. "I sure miss that horrible bastard", you will think as you jam the remains of said bastard into a Hefty bag. We are a wickedly retarded animal that fools ourselves repeatedly into believing lies about people, especially once they die. What is it about people that, when someone dies, they can't think of anything bad to say about them? When Ted Bundy finally got what was coming to him, I made a joke about it and got booed. I can't understand that. He murdered people for fun, he deserved to die, yet people tried telling me that I shouldn't make fun of that tragedy and that he was still a human being. Who cares? He is dead, he needed to die and he will forever be remembered by me, as a bad moment in stand up comedy. I am not delusional about my memory. I know and accept that in this world, there are people that despise me to the base of their being as well as people, that for some god forsaken reason, love my wicked and cynical nature. I can't explain it, it just is. So in answer Marty, I don't really know or care how I am remembered but if I had a choice, I guess it would be, to be remembered a one hard drinkin', hard fightin', dirty, dirty son of a bitch, that calls no man master. Either that or Captain o' Drinky Ambassador to the Beer Nebula.