The Book of the Dead.

(Dream I had.)
I dreamed I went missing, and nobody looked for me. There was a police investigation but after a while my case went into the cold case files.
I was abducted by a serial killer tortured, and killed, buried in the middle of nowhere, where nobody would be looking. Afterwards when I woke up, I felt indifferent to it all, still feeling that way, numb or this sense of "It figures" that's how I'd die.
But it did make me think of (O.G.s) Linkin park's song Leave out all the rest.

Then it got me thinking, there isn't anything I'm leaving behind that's worth anything. And I cannot control how I will be remembered. I do know people myself included tend to think more highly of the person then they actually were.
I think most people have more positive thoughts about that person than negative ones when they're gone.

I think it's because we're afraid of how we will be remembered,and so we remember others in a higher regard than they might have actually deserved.
Not that it would matter to me when I am dead anyway.