[ WP ] Write a eulogy for yourself . Then at the end , write what is written on your tombstone .

A man who lived in dreams. 
 Yeah, okay, he was a bit eccentric at times. Fine, he was difficult to get along with, perhaps even harder to understand. Yes, he was a perfectionist who expected the best from everyone—himself included, but he was always there when he was needed. He might not have been the best of friends, but I could always count on him, and there's something to be said for that. 
 John was a loner—as the saying goes, not because the world rejected him, but because it never failed to disappoint him. He had this—this very idealistic view of life, and those views really made me who I am today, because he said to me once, `` Look at all of the possibilities in this world; as long as you're willing to make the sacrifices, as long as you put forth the effort, anything theoretically possible is possible in practice as well.'' 
 Listen, I know that sounds sophomoric as hell, but it's a phrase that's echoed in my mind when times really got tough, and helped me weather the storm, so to speak. When my girlfriend left me, when I was out of a job, when I was recovering from alchoholism, his words were always there. 
 
 `` Even the hardest diamonds can be shattered; even the strongest steel can be cut: If a task seems impossible, that just means that you're using the wrong tool, and if no such tool exists, invent a new one.'' 
 
 I think he was about nine when I heard that one. 
 
 Listen, just, through it all, through his Ayn-Randish phases and his Lovecrafts, Dickenses, and Poes... he's been a pretty cool guy, and I'm glad I met him. When he asked me to read his eulogy all those years ago, I had no idea what to say; I was dumbfounded. But now, after fifteen years, I think I finally know what to write on his gravestone. 
 
 Here lies a man who lived in dreams.
