Day 23: A Way in Which I Want to be Remembered.

I don't want to be remembered in any special way. I want people to remember me for who I was and to be honest I won't care by then because I'll be dead. The way people treat death seems morbid and from an LDS standpoint ridiculous. Why would anyone want their last memory of a loved one to be of that loved one dead (usually for several days) in a frilly box. And grave sites are just stupid. The decomposing flesh in the ground is not who that person was. It is our personalities that make us who we are not blood, flesh, and bone.