Going out in a blaze of glory

If you read my stories, you know my writing style. I know most, if not all of you, have yet to see the endings I have planned for my stories. Now this might spoil it for most of you, so if you don't want the endings spoiled for you, do not read the next portion of my post. Move on or scroll really fast till you see a line of **** stars.

Still here? Alright, here it is for those that either don't mind seeing the spoiler or are just too curious for your own good. In most of my stories, the heroes end up dying. Usually making the ultimate sacrifice. I like the idea of immortalizing them in their finest moment, where they truly become heroes. Giving their lives so that others may live. It happens in all of them. Or at least most of them. I've always been in love with this idea. The hero sacrificing himself. Almost obsessed with the idea. I always end stories like that. I don't know why.

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Alright, the spoiler is over. Now the idea of my mortality has been an increasingly thought about topic for me. I've been thinking about things like "What would happen if I died? Or maybe disappeared? Or if I ended up in the hospital maybe?" and what my friends reactions would be. Who would care, who would come to my funeral or grieve and mourn me, who would be out looking for me or worrying for me, or who would come visit me and stuff. Who would be affected by it and how deeply. So then the idea of how I might die has crossed my mind. And I wondered:

What if someday, I went out in such a way. In a blaze of glory? My final act would be forever burned into history and the last memories of me would be written as those of a hero. I'd go out giving my life for the ones I loved, for them to go on. What a way to go, right? Just imagine that. But then again, what will I die for? There's no war, no invasions, no call for a hero. No need for it. But the notion still strikes me as a way I'd love to go out with. A bang. One final effort. One last hurrah that would be remembered forever. What a way to die.

How I hope I might go out like that someday. Make my mark on history, however tiny it is. Maybe then people will remember me. Who I was. I've been pretty unremarkable and unmemorable all my life, it would be nice to have someone go "Oh that's him, I remember him..."

On my gravestone, I'd have this written.
"His life was small and insignificant. But his dreams touched the edges of the universe and heaven above. And they just kept going."