I think this often. I’ve been lucky enough that I haven’t experienced much death in the family my entire life. Sure I’ve been to some great grandmother’s funerals when I was a kid and I’ve had friends family pass, but nothing that was shocking. Last year I finally lost both my grandfather’s within a year and seeing the small amount of people who showed up made me sad. The only lasting mark they made will die with the family and that’s it. I’m sure most of us are destined for this and some even less than that. I don’t want to make a mark, but I do wish to fill a room with people who remembered me.