We become memories in the minds of people who remember us and we can also leave a legacy. Our bodies return to dust.
I am not sure of the culture (South Am. I think) who says we die three times - the body, when we are buried and the last time someone thinks of us. In the end though - there is a last thought, a final end regardless.
There is a lot of silly going on these days.
I complained to my non-forienger friend who promptly said, "If you don't like it, leave."
Funny thing is, unless you do what the government says - you can't leave!