I used to worry that all my books would be a burden for my kids someday. (Boxes and boxes donated to Goodwill.)

Then it hit me: funeral favors.

After my family keeps the ones they love, they can lay out the rest for guests to take home—a book from my shelves to theirs.

Not a morbid goodbye, but a library shared one last time. A story passed on. A life remembered through the words that shaped it.

Strange? Maybe. But also, I think… strangely beautiful.

What book would you want someone to remember you by?