Does it matter? It’ll all be lies to spin something anyway, and that’s if humanity exists, or the same governments do. We won’t hear the lies about George Washington anymore if the country is gone.

Also there’s no way of knowing everything wasn’t created last thursday, or that you’re all figments of my imagination, or we are all in a simulation, or dead, or aliens.

Being remembered after I’m dead doesn’t matter to me. Being thought of while I’m alive does. The only legacy I care about is that my children felt loved by me and that they have good memories with me. I want to die knowing that I succeeded in the one area of my life that actually mattered. Status doesn’t. Money doesn’t. Career doesn’t. I have none of those. My impact on them is what matters

Assuming human civilization is still around keeping track of things, Buzz Aldrin.