What do you think about me?

I've always wondered what people think about me. Because God knows what goes on inside my head isn't what people see...I hope.


People are usually honest after someone dies, well sort of. More honest than when some one is alive. So I've imagined what it would look like after I die. I am hovering about my family and friends while they gather, keep in mind I would have to perished at a tender age for this to interesting.


What would they say? I've imagined many things, but how close would they be to reality? Would I be hurt by what is said, happy, touched, annoyed, outraged or what? This is the true mystery of life to me, how others view me.


Oh well, I guess I'll keep guessing...unless you really want to tell me?