an old man

A man who had been an inventor was found dead. They made his grave high in the mountains in his home in a cave. I heard his meek gravely voice speak, so mild, saying that's what he'd want, but, "not rescue, because it doesn't actually have a rescue. And, I know what that means." -He was talking about how nobody could rescue you if you die, because you're far away, up in the mountains. He wanted it that way, to make his grave there.- I heard nice music as I saw the ins and outs of his home where he died, the mountains, and of his life. I saw him inventing things but never being very successful, so enterprising when he was young, trying all different ways to make money and to make a living. He was a painter. His greatest work was when he took a half finished painting, and cut it up so the kids at school could then trace each piece and paint it in their own way, then put the pieces together that the children had made. The original, which he finished also, hangs in a room in his chamber/house, and, "is nice_, but the" kids-made one sits in the national chemistry museum place where it is on display, and that is his real masterpiece.