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I haven't lived many lives where I've died of old age, so those are always memorable.

My most recent 60-minute life: I was born on to a small farming settlement. My family had been there for two or three generations already, but it was clear that the founding Eve had stumbled upon this place by accident and didn't really know what she was doing. It was pretty disorganized. I had a few older male cousins who could hunt and build, but they were neglecting the farm. I spent my childhood tending the fire, teaching my cousins to make water pouches, and getting pie production up and running. When I started having children I gave them each a job, in order to make sure everything got done. Almost all of them were hard workers who made me proud. I had some daughters who were good hunters, and they killed many of the bears lurking in the woods around us.

One day I noticed that there were waaay too many naked little kids running around, so I went to check the milkweed patch. Some fool had picked all of it and didn't save the seeds! Even though I was now getting pretty old, I knew what had to be done. I took some pies and a cart, and set off to look for milkweed seeds. I was gone for years. I trekked across the barren tundra, braved the scorching desert, and was nearly eaten by wild animals dozens of times. But I finally found what I was looking for, plus some useful tools that I scavenged from dead settlements. I finally returned home as an old woman, directed my children to plant the precious seeds, and pick them only when fruiting. I passed my mother's knife on to my oldest granddaughter, so that she could protect what we had built from griefers. I spent my last years eating pie and imparting wisdom to my great-grandson near the fire. My last words were "grandma loves you" :')