I want to be remembered
Imortality? It could be very cheap.
Despite the warnings from elegist Thomas Gray about the paths of glory and what have you, most of us would like to be remembered for ever.
The best way to achieve this is probably to bequeath your name to a scientific principal or unit: Archimedes, for example, or Giovanni Battista Venturi, or Sir William Gnatscock. Bit of an effort, though.
You may end up being invoked through a famous building (George Pompidou), political and economic theory (Margaret Thatcher), or even a graphic device (Yujiro Emoji). I, however, have decided that I’d like to be immortalised as a Heinz spaghetti shape.
Imagine that. Heinz Bims in a rich tomato sauce; my likeness replicated billions of times for the common good. What a legacy that would be.
And, in the modern digital world of flexible manufacturing, I don’t see why this would be beyond the wit of the 57 varieties. We’ve had hoops, the alphabet, haunted house, and space invaders. Why not your own face, or your dog, or your favourite WWII fighter aircraft, on the proviso that you order at least two dozen tins?
I’d like that. I’d like to think that, a century from now when I’m completely forgotten, I’d still be given a shout-out every time someone says ‘I fancy Bims on toast’.