I'll be happy if my last words aren't "I think I just shit the bed."

I'll be happy if my last words aren't "I think I just shit the bed."

 People would remember those when they thought of you. Which would be unfortunate.

 Everything else: forgotten.

 "I think I just shit the bed": passed down through generations.

-jj

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