Remember Me?

This is something that's been picking at my mind since the first time I read Kiss of the Night two years ago. 

What would anyone do to be remembered?

Both the protagonists of the novel wonder not how people will remember them, but also question who will remember them.

Cassandra is an Apollite cursed to slowly decay painfully on her 27th birthday, just as all her people do, but she is also the last living descendant of Apollo. If she dies, so dies the sun and pretty much all life on earth. 
As Apollo's last living descendent and the last surviving of her sisters, Cassandra understands that she is destined to die the slow and painful death of her people.  Yet she still holds on to some shred of hope that she could have a long normal life with a family and children of her own.  She tattooed teardrops on her hand to form a flower, one for her mother and each of her sisters.  But as the last surviving member of her family, there is no one to do that for her.  She has no children or a husband and if even if she did, any children she might have had at this point in her life would still be an infant when she dies. 

Wulf is a dark-hunter special case. No one remembers him 5 minutes after he leaves the room.  During the time that the book was set, the only person that can remember Wulf (aside from Cassandra) is his squire, Chris.  Although he is cursed with amnesia, Acheron eased this for him by allowing the blood descendents of his original squire to retain the memory of him, though it is also learned that fellow dark-hunters can also remember him.  At this point, should Chris die without procreating, Wulf will literally be alone in the world.  It acutally came down to the point where Wulf tried to get Chris to ask Britney Spears out!

After realizing that she's pregnant, Cassandra fully accepted the fate of her people knowing that her son would be able to live the long and full life she could not.  Wulf, also grateful that he would have a descendent of his own blood to remember him as well, promises her that he would make sure she is remembered.

I pondered at which is worse: dying in the prime of your life because of a curse that fell upon your people millenia ago or living forever but cursed in a way that no one can remember ever meeting you. In our world, we want to be unique and we want to do something so different that people will remember our names afer we go. For Wulf and Cassandra, from a shallow standpoint, it doesn't really matter what they do or don't do because no matter what, there isn't really anyone who would necessarily remember that they were there at all.  The best part was, they didn't let that bother them and with strength, hope and preserverance, they ended up with a happily ever after.

Still though, makes you wonder: how far would someone go to make sure you're remembered?