A fly on the wall heard what a son said regarding his father's projects and writings stored in boxes down in the cellar. The declining father, barely speaking anymore, supposed that his life's achievements, trophies, scripts, and journals would be valuable to his son. Yet even before the father's departure, the son is filling dumpsters with the unwanted collection. The material symbols representing his father jettisoned as mere trash leaving only a cold rock-etched name to be conveniently forgotten. How cavalier humans at the demise of a loved one. How soon they forget feeling so put out to remember. --from a fly's multi-lensed point of view.