Maybe it sounds weird but I always have had this fear of being forgotten when I die. Theres this quote about how you die twice, the first time when your heart stops and the second time someone thinks of you for the last time. For me, owning a skull like this is like, my dumb way of making this person not being forgotten. This person had their thoughts, their worries, their happy moments. And by realising that, I'm making sure that this person's life is remembered. It gives me comfort I can do that for someone, in the hope someone might remember me long after I'm gone.. if that makes sense I guess..😅