Think about this the next time you’re stuck in traffic or waiting for your coffee. The first death was a moment of pure, unrecorded finality—no Facebook tribute, no obituary, no hashtag.
We live in a world obsessed with remembering. We take selfies, save voicemails, archive emails. But that first human had none of that. Their entire existence evaporated into time.
Maybe that’s a gentle nudge to be present today. Your life doesn’t need a plaque or a podcast to matter. Just being part of the long, weird, unbroken chain of humans—including the one who went first—is enough.
So raise a glass to No. 1. Whoever they were, wherever they fell, they started the journey we’re all finishing. And that’s a pretty wild legacy.
