Way to Be Remembered

I was talking to a friend the other day and somehow we got on the conversation of scorned lovers. "Remember that astronaut that went nutso to get her lover back?" "Oh, the one that wore those adult diapers so she wouldn't have to stop anywhere?" "Yeah. That one. Those must have been good diapers. But I'd hate to be remembered by that." And unfortunately, for this woman, she'll always be remembered as the astronaut that wore diapers. So sad. I know that love can make us do strange things. But I hope I never do that!!