No one is going to remember anyone or anything once the sun ceases to be, because when that happens the Earth and all of its inhabitants will cease to be as well. Knowing that, I don't worry that much about not being remembered.

Considering that the market for doing the unforgettable has been shrinking since doing something became fashionable, it is not surprising that the majority of us pass into obscurity -- sometimes even before dying. As an example, I remember when the number of books published in any given year was a few thousand and the number of working authors was just a few hundred. Authors had a not good but a better opportunity of being noticed (thus remembered) then than in today's market where there are over 45,500 authors in the US alone, and all of them are vying for the title of best known for one thing or another. Saying 4 or 5 out of that number attain unforgettable status and the percentage is about 0.0011%.

So far, it appears my presence on this planet will be remembered, but just barely unless something happens that I have no right to expect. We're farming a series for TV, but the market is fickle and fleeting. The more important point is, making the effort. Not making the effort guarantees a spot on the long list of the forgotten absolutely within two generations.

Who cares? Your own family won't know you after three or four generations.

Ozymandias-------
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

I hope I'm not remembered there's far worse fates than to fade into obscurity.

I don't understand why this is an important thing in some people's lives. I've met people who want to leave their footprints in the sands of time. I realize it's a fear of being forgotten when one dies, but I could care less. If I'm remembered by those who love me great, if not, I'll be dead.

The vast majority of people who have ever lived have been totally forgotten, but had any one of them not lived, the consequences for now or tomorrow may be or might have been incredible.

What you did, is far more important than whether or not you are remembered for it

Actually, nobody knows who William Shakespeare was because that was a pen name. The actual writer was a prince.

Vague memories for one maybe two extended family generations. That's it. And in reality, that's more than enough.

I suspect you are correct good sir.
It wasn't mandated I be remembered.
I missed that memo.

I couldn't care less. Or as you Americans say, I could care less. And I suspect Shakespeare feels exactly the same way.

Don't really care. I'm not into the egoic need to be remembered. Never felt the need to procreate to make sure a part of me would continue. I'm not a beautiful and unique snowflake. "You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else!"- Tyler Durden, Fight Club