Obits are the Poetry of Death

From the New York Times: A female chef who died earlier this week had her own NYC restaurant in the early Eighties. "That was when her name became forever associated with Roquefort beignets on apple purée."

And in the Chronicle today, the "Flying Cowboy" died, the cowboy having met his wife years ago, when she had just gotten "a job with United in a capacity then know as stewardess."

At this period in your life, what deed will your name become "forever associated with"?

And some time far in the future will they say of the task by which you earn your bread today, "it was then known as honest work and not just farting around"?

Just feeling gnomic.