... Gee, that's not fucking morbid or anything. God. I don't know. I... I guess I... I want them to remember me... me loving them. How happy they make me. Not like I've done anything great to be remembered for, but. Just... want them to remember me being so happy with them, heh. Even if I do act like a dick, I... yeah. W-whatever. God. Stupid fucking question. So you know.