Who will cry when you die ?

So goes the title of a book by Robin Sharma. The book is not really about death or dying. It is just a collection of some nice thoughts. 

Somehow this title got inside my head today and just won't go away.

If I have to answer the question above honestly, well maybe no one would cry. Would that be a good or bad ? I don't know. Have I made enough of a difference for some one to care if I cease to exist ? Maybe, maybe not .

I am just too tired at this point of time to think reasonably. Nothing seems to be going right at this moment. Nothing at all.

Sometimes I wonder how long does it take before a person just gives up. I am pretty sure I do not want to know the answer to that question.