This has been in my inbox for a while, and I didn’t know how to tackle it.
I want my brain acknowledged. For sure. I want my publications strewn around me, the children I got to have. But they too will be dust eventually. My plan to have them laminated and sent to Svalbard looks to be a non-starter.
So, what to have them say, what to have them say. For me to know that it has not all been in vain.
And then, Habib le toubib came up with what I’d want them to say. In a confoundingly, grotesquely different context.
I was a decent person who by and large tried not to be a dick
Yes. Yes, that will do nicely.