Strangers will stumble upon our relics after we expire, but only those who knew us will own our story. Our candid photographs, art, clothes, and even our most intimate possessions like locks of hair will eventually end up in the hands of those who never knew us. These things make us immortal in a way, but how does it affect those who are already gone? I believe that death is only for the living and dying, and not for the dead; the dead no longer face this world. We have reminders of loved ones passed. These memories affect us in a visceral way, but they do not affect the expired. Relics are reminders of our own mortality and we must investigate the feelings they provide us, for only when we are comfortable with them, and what they represent we will be comfortable in death. This work investigates the relics of my family members, both currently living and some deceased, along with my own bodily ephemera.