Findings

Your bones are scattered in a boggy field - it happens all the time. Time is your pocket handkerchief, your shattered wristwatch, your best evening pants, all reduced to insect dust. Hundreds of years later they discover, a distant tooth with its crown intact, later still, a being reports your broken jaw, unearthed by the sludging rain. Bit by bit your skull is discovered. Eventually they have enough of your head to commence a plaster likeness of your skull. Your life is so distantly buried into the past, that the new beings have to speculate... some assume you died, at the hands of an axe wielding foe, others that you succumbed to a primitive tooth condition. None ever guess, that you flew off your girlfriends Honda, practicing one last incautious wheelie on a minor road in darkest Derbyshire.