Crapper: (vulgar) a toilet or bathroom
Every once in a while, I get in one of those misty-eyed moods, when I consider how pissy and shitty the planet will be once I zoom away.
It is totally self-indulgent, foolish and tends to ignore the nature of others, who press on after grief has had its season. But during one of those self-piteous sessions, I occasionally consider my legacy.
How will I be remembered?
Or will all the collections of my works, writings, music and movies be loaded into a box and placed in a corner to either waste away or later be discovered by one of my great-great-great-somebodies, who is really shocked to find out, first of all, that I lived, and second, that I “made stuff?”
Usually I am able to set myself back into a psychologically reasonable nature by pondering the life, times and memories of Thomas Crapper.
Yes. He lived and was real.
He was an English plumber who founded the Thomas Crapper Company in London, held nine patents and (hold for applause) perfected the floating ball-cock on the toilet.
He also is the inventor of the plumbing trap—and contrary to Webster’s definition, we often refer to the porcelain seat-of-honor in our lavatory as “the crapper”—not to be vulgar, but in honor of Old Tom-boy.
I cannot tell you that I want to be known for something so utilitarian, and also an invention that is capable of receiving such ridicule.
But you have to admit, it beats going through your life without having your ball-cock float.