When I die...

Thank you for making me consider my impending mortality Dr. McGuire!

Just kidding, kind of

I read this prompt, looked around my room and realized my mother lets me bring nothing of actual worth to university.
1. depressing (thanks mom)
2. I now miss my cool stuff.

Off the topic of unknowingly lacking my defining possessions for the past three years (very, very sneaky mom)

My funerary goods woud be: Art, Art Supplies, Shoes and Perfume.

Don't judge, I like when my feet look pretty. If I could be buried in a coffin made of shoes that would make me about as happy as Matt Smith finding Clara Oswald again.

http://doctorwhogifs.tumblr.com/

The works of art would be the important things though, if there  were an overwhelming amount in my favorite styles I think that would tell archeologist quite a bit about me and my tastes. What I love about art history (yup I brought it back to art history again) is that each piece is an imprint of a moment in time. To have a collection surrounding my body that had a piece imprinting a related event during my life would give an archeologists as clear a view as possible of who I was and what I loved.

My mom (same woman who kidnapped my stuff) would pick the same stuff to put with me, my sister would probably pick some of my favorite music to put in because that is what she identifies as being a defining attribute of a person's identity, my brother would put copies of my online footprint in (he understands computers like nobody I have ever met, the wizard) and my dad would put pictures of my past pets. He is a firm believer in equating a personality to the breed of dog a person chooses. I have an English Bulldog, I feel like an archeologist could have a field day with some pictures of my little Suzy-Q laying next to my bones.

Grave goods are going to differ depending on what the person choosing them finds important. My family would all choose things that would reflect me and not them, but they would still be different objects than I would choose.