When we are over and vanished, what is there left? A space left after your spirit and soul flee for the intergalactic eternity. Bones that once were you, your skeleton. This structure that at one time moved for you by your bidding brain signals to tendon nerves, lies motionless. No muscles to move the remains. You astound others on your legacy, for it is evident...the look on your face. For you are not just an empty skeleton, a lonely you. You are also a grinning skull.
You had some happy times along the way.