Do You Ever Daydream About Your Collection Being Auctioned Off to Great Fanfare After You Die?
You know those collections on Whatnot, or Ebay or whatever. The seller has an an Avatar with your youthful obituary photo, and or a tagline of "The [RecordNerd123] Collection". The record store guy stating "this is one the best collections we've ever acquired. You won't believe the variety and condition". People reacting with awe when another jazz grail or 90s/early 00s OG drops. "He had that too?!?", "That one has an artfully intact Goodwill $.50 price sticker", "He must have been a cool guy. RIP."
Maybe our best chance for a fleeting moment of immortality with complete strangers. I mean I hope my kids keep and appreciate a good chunk of it, but even at 10/8 it's already looking bleak.