It never occurred to me that one day I will be nothing but a distant memory to the people who once knew me. I guess it never really struck me that the day I die my existence will go no further than the wooden box they have decided to place me in under the ground. It scares me to think that more people will walk over my dead body than they have already have mine alive. I feel bad to die because of the amount of space I will take up underneath the Earth's fragile crust. I am not worth this space I take up, I am not worth this space I take up, I am not worth this space I take up.