When I was in the fifth grade, we were given a project to write our own epitaph. It was a lesson in poetry.
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My maiden name is, well, difficult to rhyme. This is what I was virtually stuck with:
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Here lies Janna Leadbetter.
When she was little
she was a bedwetter.
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(I found my honest and vulnerable root in writing early, I guess.)
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Years later, after my surname changed and I was a new mom, my husband sold wheels to a young man online. When he came to pick them up, and I opened the door, we realized we knew each other. We'd been childhood classmates.
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He said, "I'll never forget your epitaph." And he recited it verbatim.
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That's some memorable writing.
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What would you write as your epitaph, just for fun?