Who will follow you to your bed?

The other day I found myself stopped on the side of the road watching about 100 cars follow a black Herse. With the precession taking about five minutes to pass I was given time to think about the occasion. I thought to myself who will follow me when I'm in the casket hidden behind the curtain covered windows. Why are they following me? Are they there because I made an impact in there lives? How many people will make the trip to the grave yard tucked away in middle of rural Mattoon, Il. Will any of them come visit my remains after that day of celebration. How many people will be inspired by my carefully thought out epitaph. Just a couple of things to think about.