In the very last hour of life on earth I would grab some beer Labats, a canvas and capture the end in a very awesome painting before I am desintigrated by the intense blast wave. I would make sure my canvas is protected by useing materals that can withstand such a force. To make sure I could do this will take some time to prepair the canvas in the days leading up to it.
If all goes well My likeness my art would survive thus it will drift into the vast reaches of the Universe where it will remain forever.
Knowing that I am about to enter into a new life beyond anything I can imagine, My mark in this reality would be that painting. Afterall in the next life as an artist I would be merely creating new worlds that actually exist.
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