I was at Cliffe castle yesterday for a while outside and we decided to go in the museum to look at the stuffed animals and the beehive that have been there since before I was born. This time there were no bees, just a laminated piece of paper which read "unfortunately our bees did not survive this past winter, we are sorry if this has spoiled the  enjoyment of your visit to Cliffe castle"
I pictured families decending the main stairs back to reception looking crestfallen and maybe wiping a tear off their cheeks with their cuffs.
It's fair to say that the stuffed animals had not moved in anyway and had intact not survived many of the previous winters either. They haven't aged in all my thirty some years of visiting. I would like to leave my body to Cliffe castle when I die. There just after the stuffed animals will be a large glass box where I stand for an eternity waving a permanent welcome/farewell with a stupid fixed grin on my face.  Children will pass for generations to come. 
A small boy comments "he looks like he was a jolly person when he was alive"
A parent will lean in and say "I believe he was a self absorbed and self centred man as you might expect from a man who puts himself on show in a glass presentation case.
The child will then turn to the parent and respond "oh...what a nob"