A newsreader solemnly reads out a touching story of the passing of an actor. This actor entertained the world with his craft. His death immerses fans in sorrow and sits atop all the trends on social media.

The story on the radio remains for a minute, and quickly, the focus shifts to another news item – a bomb explosion in Kabul.

This news also is elbowed out of the way by another.

That’s how we are quickly forgotten, and the world moves on after our death as if we never existed.

It doesn’t matter what position or privileges you hold. The memories of you would soon evaporate.

If you’re fortunate, you might make it to the history books that grace the shelves made of oak in a museum.