Death and all things that proceed it

When I kick the bucket and my body becomes the worm dirt that it is destined to be, I hope that others can look back on my life and at least say this: That shithead was original. I don't really care if I save the world, cure cancer, write even a paltry novel or swim the Atlantic Ocean. But I hope that God gives me the creative strength to at least be original and individual. But not individualistic. Because we are all individuals, and we make up a group, a community. However, I hope that with my passing comes an appreciation for the life and passion that I injected into the veins of this world. I hope those spikes of exuberance deal with helping some people, expressing my inner workings, in hopes that others can be inspired to attain their full individual potential as well.