The Immortals

[WBA1955]

Everyone and everything must die, all animals and most people are quickly forgotten, but some people or at least their names will last as long as the human race.
Julius Caesar, Napoleon, Francis Drake come to mind.
Musically, Mozart, Beethoven and The Beatles.

Wealth dies, kinsmen die, a man himself must likewise die, but wordfame never dies for him who achieves it well. - Viking saying.

Of all the people who have lived and died and of all those to come only a very few will be remembered.
You either have to be very bad or very good to become immortal.

[Dubbag]

I would disagree with the premise behind your post.
But it is your opinion and that is ok.....

[DaveP67 is back!]

Everyone and everything must die, all animals and most people are quickly forgotten, but some people or at least their names will last as long as the human race.
Julius Caesar, Napoleon, Francis Drake come to mind.
Musically, Mozart, Beethoven and The Beatles.

Wealth dies, kinsmen die, a man himself must likewise die, but wordfame never dies for him who achieves it well. - Viking saying.

Of all the people who have lived and died and of all those to come only a very few will be remembered.
You either have to be very bad or very good to become immortal.

My name is Oᴢʏᴍᴀɴᴅɪᴀs, King of Kings.”
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!

[Dubbag]

My name is Oᴢʏᴍᴀɴᴅɪᴀs, King of Kings.”
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!

👍👍👍

[mickd1961]

Wealth doesn’t die, it transcends family generations or it moves to a new place, it never actually dies.

[phild]

I've been plagued in the past by the very words of Philip Larkin. He encapsulated the fear and the dread of death in just a few short verses.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
—The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

[DaveP67 is back!]

Ultimately it pays not to dwell, enjoy life as much as you can and try and seize the day.

[kettering_baggie]

I remember the late Dolly Allen and one of her jests, “I said to ma mon, I wish I knew where I was gonna die”, he replied “What do yow wanna know that fer”? I said that because if I knew that I wouldn’t go there……!

[Dubbag]

Ah death....the great illusion.
Puts the fear of God into many.....😂😂😂😂😂

[Albionic68]

'........All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.........'.