When we die, family and friends will go through our home to sort out everything we left behind, but they'll see our home the moment we last left it, as it was. We don't prepare our home for our death, we live in it and then we die, leaving it as we left, all the untidiness and all.
What will they think of us then? What thoughts will they have about who and what we were? What feeling will they have about what they see, about the life we lived in the privacy of our home? Our privacy open to them, lost to us in our death. Do we stop to think and wonder for a moment when we leave on our live what it looks like to anyone else?
And if we did, would it really matter after we're dead? When we can't change anything anymore?
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