On a trip to visit family, my grandma made a stop at the graveyard where her husband and parents are buried. It's important to remember the ones you loved, but for myself I don't want to be remembered exactly like that. A small patch of grass in a location that I never spent time doesn't really appeal to me.
They have companies that will shoot some of your remains into space, so one day you might (again) be a shooting star. Or other companies that build some ash into a "memorial reef". One of my favourite is one of the simplest: putting some money towards a bench by a scenic lake, river, or lookout where people can stop and reflect.
Perhaps a more accurate way for me to be remembered would be to eat some tasty bread, drinking a coffee (or Earl Gray, hot), while writing something riddled with spelling and grammatical errors.
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