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ExternalOne4202 t1_iyurmbh wrote

100 years after you are dead, no one will remember you ever existed.

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ParkieDude t1_iyvs0qh wrote

My great grandfather (born in Galway, Ireland, in 1846, came to San Francisco as a child, resided as an adult on 51 Sanchez Street SF, and died in 1907.)

His job in San Francisco was as an undertaker. When business was slow, they made furniture, otherwise coffins.

His daughter, my Grandmother, was born in 1883 and lived in San Francisco. Oh, she had some great stories. Sharp as a tack until she passed away in 1971.

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helfrichi t1_iyv0fho wrote

Yes after a few generations there will be nobody alive that even knows your name. What’s my great great grandfathers name? Fuck if I know.

always makes me think of Percy Shelley’s ozymandias.

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