If something happens to me, I want my family to go through all my toots (and Lrrr's, too) to see who I really was. These are curated versions of me that are shamelessly batting at the dopamine button, but it's probably the most coherent (lol) corpus of my thoughts, impressions, values, and ideas that I'll ever produce.
"Holy shit now I'm glad he's dead" is a possible outcome.
"Who the hell is Lrrr? Why did dad spend so much time pretending to be him on the internet? Am I gonna go crazy like this too some day?"
@HG Answers: “Ruler of Omicron Persei 8”, “Hobby/therapy/performance art”, and “hopefully, because he kicks ass”