What do you want to leave behind when you're gone?

Nothing. I don't want anyone to remember me...

My kids, without a doubt.
I’ll leave them my journals—the ones I’ve been keeping since I was ten—and a memory box I still hold onto myself.
And their stuffed animals... maybe fifteen of them, each one carrying its own little bit of sentiment for me. 😳

If this forum outlives me, my posts will stay here too. 🐔 I stumbled upon a thread once, started by a user named Bill. In it, he talked about passing away—expressing a wish that, when he's gone, the community would remember him.
Ever since I read that topic—which I didn't find until long after Bill had already passed—I find myself thinking of him from time to time. It's strange, I guess; his request just stuck with me, even though we never actually chatted and I never really knew him online. 😳

First off, let’s get one thing straight: we’re talking about IF I die, not WHEN ☕ I haven't quite made up my mind yet on whether I'll ever actually kick the bucket ☕

Nothing at all.

I will certainly share everything much sooner, provided I have the chance.

Everything... my wife, my kids, my grandkids, great-grandkids—pretty much every single thing I’ve ever mumbled, typed, or scribbled down, every photo, every like, every scrap of digital and physical data that defines who I am... I’d hand it all over. But there’s a massive catch: it would have to be the absolute, raw truth of what I actually said or did. I wouldn't touch some edited, sanitized, or doctored version that someone tinkered with just to satisfy political agendas or whatever other nonsense is floating around these days. Though, honestly, I suspect that’s a total pipe dream. I’ve personally nuked my own Facebook, Reddit, and gaming profiles before, and trust me, there was some good stuff in there. It feels like the villains are already busy scrubbing my life’s work, making things inaccessible, or redirecting links to fake destinations under the guise of "protecting" me, when they’re really just protecting their own interests. So, maybe my wish is just impossible. This world is a dumpster fire. I don't even trust my own father, and sometimes I don't even trust myself, let alone documentaries or anything I can just Google, because I know exactly how the sausage gets made and why. Even here, I see older posts getting edited and scrubbed, so you can imagine what happens on the big, loud mainstream sites. Sometimes I literally see a character I type change into something else, only to eventually settle on what I originally intended. At this point, I’m not even sure if I can write or post anything and have people actually see what I meant. Or vice versa. With advanced AI running on rule-sets designed to manufacture specific opinions, I could be typing one thing while you see another, and we might both end up seeing a third version entirely. The digital age is just pure garbage.