Probably so, we go wherever we go, what is left? Not much; most of us will not be remembered, will be lucky, wrong word, shouldn't matter, to have a grave marker with our earthly names 50, 100, 500 years from now what with the SC decision on eminent domain. That cemetery is prime real estate for the repidly growing population. Many San Francisco tombstones in some of the older cemeteries were used as rubble in building the Golden Gate Bridge. Being forgotten would not be such a bad thing; your memory will live on as long as retained by those who loved, journeyed with or despised you, and possibly retold to their descendants for a generation or two at least. Most of our works will end up in a landfill or quickly decay, works of plastic may last longer than the cathedrals. Who knows? I used to care, like immortality consisted in my leaving something as a personal reminder of my earthly existence. It doesn't seem to make a whole lot of difference one way or the other now. If I must be remembered, I would wish it would be for some ultimate good, even the negative things.
I don't think that is why we are here. But I believe there is a purpose for every life. That was a difficult comment to respond to, sorry if I botched it. The most important thing to me is the love and service that we could give especially to those outside the family circle and some whom the world would consider as losers.