I've been thinking about death a lot recently.  No particular reason - just a random theme that stuck.

One day you'll be dead... so will I... and so will everyone you and I both know.

Our memory may live on in the people who knew us - the good and the bad.  People we never met may some day gaze upon our works and wonder who we were.  Our childrens, childrens, children will still carry a diluted set of our genes and perhaps know our names and a few statistics of our lives.  A record will be kept somewhere of our death and the circumstances involved.

But eventually down the great tunnel of times-past we will dissapear.  Our genes dispursed in the generational winds, all memory and records expunged under the weight of swollen history sense.

We will be nothing then - we will be finally, truly, utterly dead.  Nameless and forgotten.