I have found the effigy to represent me on death.
Besides being a representation of my favourite, and common, position – languidly reclining with a book – I love how this man seems to be saying, “Death? Yes! What? Sorry. Too busy reading.”
To be remembered in perpetuity as a reader. What an admirable goal.
(And to the curious. Who is he? No idea. He is a copy in the Cast Room at the V&A. A gem among many gems.)