What do Kurt Cobain and the 4th of July have in common?

Yesterday, we decided to return to the town where we lived before our move, to watch fireworks.
The whole thing was a little mediocre, and the show kinda passed before we knew it.

Near the end, though, every single one was rushing to join his brother or sister in the sky, and the sky was lit for an eternity.
Even as they started to run out, the fireworks shot themselves higher and brighter than the one before them, as if to say "the show will never end!", as if to claw at the sky in one last attempt to reach an audience...
"Listen! I exist! Don't forget me; I exist!" they scream;
After all, how pointless is it to live if they're forgotten after they die? Is it any different from never living at all?
I'll bet fireworks don't even get a shot at Heaven.

"Life is like a fireworks show," said my dad.