DONKEY PICKLES - a sweet release from life!

Hippocrates believed that the womb was not a fixed object, but rather, that it roamed throughout the body, in search of trouble. At the exact point that a woman reaches orgasm, the womb would grip and squeeze her windpipe, causing a breathless panting to take place.

Women, from the earliest times, would complain about having nervousness, lack of appetite, insomnia, and fluid retention. Hippocrates believed that a blockage in the womb, was the reason for these things. This type of behavior, became known as a disease of the womb, which was called "hysteria", after the Greek word for womb, (hysteros).

Galen, a second century anatomist, claimed that hysteria, was caused by the retention of female semen. Which, if untreated too long, could build up tremendously and leak into the bloodstream. The blockage in the womb, was believed to be caused by sexual deprivation. Nuns, virgins, widows, and even some married women, who's husbands were not always up to the job, all showed symptoms of this disease. But, since masturbation was considered to be wrong, by either male or female, in those days, unsatisfied women had no choice, but to seek out doctors for treatment.

This treatment became very tedious and fatiguing, as doctors would use their hands to massage the affected women to "paroxysm". Better know to all of us as, (orgasm). Plus, considering that the medical profession believed that 75% of all women suffered from this disease, and that it was labeled as treatable, but not curable, doctors sought out cheaper and faster ways of administering this treatment. Which is how the vibrator came to be.

The first vibrator model was invented by in 1734. It was similar to an egg beater that involved hand cranking. Then, in 1869, the first steamed powered vibrator was invented. It was one of the first mechanical vibrators to come into existence. The engine for it was very big, and very noisy. Therefore, it was kept in a separate room. The vibrating apparatus that it powered, stuck out, through a hole in the wall, into the doctor's treatment room. This device was called , "The Manipulator".

By the beginning of the 20th century, electricity had been brought into homes, and so were the first electric vibrators. Hamilton Beach patented the first electric vibrator, that was made available for retail sale, in 1902. This marked only the 5th household appliance to come "electrified", following the sewing machine, fan, toaster, and tea kettle, and it received electricity almost 10 years before the vacuum and the iron did.

The electric vibrator was very popular until the 1920's, when it started to appear in porn. This brought a very negative light to the devices, as society, began to view them as "sexual", rather than "therapeutic". Thanks to this, vibrators fell out of favor and slipped into the dark, where they would stay, until the 1960's.

Then, in 1966, John H. Tavel, applied for a patent, for the first electric vibrator, for use on the human body. This patent was granted in 1968, almost 21 months after it had been applied for. This brought the vibrator back to life, and it sparked a new beginning to the constant world of improvements that would take place between then and now. Improvements such as one piece construction, multiple speeds, and more comfortable textures.

These are all events that you might be familiar with. If not, they could easily be researched in any bookstore, or simply just by doing a quick search on the web. What nobody is familiar with however, is an associated story, from a town that used to exist. This place is the true birthplace of many great things, but due to a massive hurricane, followed by a tsunami, then by a second hurricane, a series of monsoons, an ice age, and to top it all off, a volcanic eruption that covered the entire town in molten rock, it was buried forever in time. Leaving no record or trace of its existence.

I can't tell you the name of the town, how it was founded, or anything else about it, because of the fact that it was destroyed and buried. All that I am able to tell you, is the story that is associated with my above story. How I know, and how I'm able to tell this story, from a town that disappeared hundreds of years ago, is irrelevant. It's the actual facts that are the focus here, and will tell you those facts...

Now!

Jister Chuckles was a door to door vibrator salesman. Both the job, and the product, were the first and only of their kind in those days. See, Jister was an amazing inventor. He invented everything in the town that was mechanical and electrical. While the rest of the world was just emerging into the pioneer days, this secluded town had evolved into being a modern place. People here, drove cars, had electricity, shops, businesses, grocery stores, burger joints, radio, drive-in movies, and television. In essence, their society was very similar to what our own was, back in the 1950's, and they owed it all to Jister! The only problem was, that no one knew who he was, and he didn't receive any of the credit, for any one of his inventions.

Jister could invent anything that he imagined. He spent so much time down in his laboratory, that he rarely got outside to mingle with the rest of society. Because of this, his concept of reality tended to be a little fuzzy, and his common sense was pretty much non existent. Thanks to both of these things, he had absolutely no people skills. He couldn't advertise, market, or sell anything. In a nutshell, the world's smartest person, and only real inventor, was also the world's worst salesman and communicator.

He also believed that it was bad karma to keep his inventions for his own use. Being a man who lived in secluded town, that was heavily founded upon religion, he believed that it was his gift, and his duty, only to build these things. Not to use them. He felt that if he should own any of the things he invented, for his own personal use, he needed to buy them. Same as everybody else in the town.

Jister's lack of common sense, and the inability to effectively connect with the public, caused him more problems than he seemed to be able to handle. He had helped to build a society that ran on money, rather than trade, and money, was something he just happened to have very little of. He was constantly inventing miraculous things and trying to sell them. Each time he did so, he botched his presentations horribly, and his invention ended up being rejected. Even still, usually there was someone out there who saw potential in his inventions, and they would offer to buy the idea from him. He would end up selling them for very little money, as he considered them to be a failure. Where in turn, the person who bought his invention, would usually turn it into a huge success.

This constant practice, kept Jister very poor. His latest invention, "portable cells that were able to hold a small electric charge", was the "flopped" invention, that finally broke the poor boy's back. What he had invented, is essentially known to us as, "a battery". Yes it is a great invention, but the problem with it at that time was, that nothing had been invented that ran off of batteries. And thanks to that failure, Jister found himself to be flat broke, and in dyer need of a real job.

He wanted to travel the world and bring the technology of his town to anyone and everyone. He had a huge dream of what the world would be like, if only he could afford to travel it and spread his knowledge.

In his quest to find a steady income, Jister came to find that many of his inventions, which were currently in use by the town, were in constant need of servicing. Since he had made the inventions, he felt that fixing them when they broke down, would be a great way to make money. So he went to work fixing things. The jobs were able to keep his bills paid, but not much more than that. If he were to try and save enough money to be able to travel, from the pay he received, it would take him the rest of his life, to save the money. Therefore, he was constantly watching the town, taking notes, and trying to think of an invention idea that would revolutionize something, and make him rich.

One day, while he was fixing one of the hair dryers in the town salon, he overheard part of conversation between Betty McNutmaker, and Gertrud Whoralvale. Both were in the process of getting a perm, and they were currently sitting under the dryers, just having a girl talk moment, as they flipped through magazines.

"Lemme tell you what Gerty", Betty began. "I tell you something that beats all. This morning when I was packing Hank's lunch, I pulled out one them there dill pickles. You know, the big green ones, that come from a jar, that you can buy down there at Lucky's? Hank just loves them things! Well anyways... Here I am packing his lunch, and find myself staring at this pickle, and thinking nasty thoughts about it. Boy it sure made me hot under the collar, and I had to toss out that whole jar and go repent... I'll tell ya what."

Gertrude shoots her a confused look! "Nasty thoughts about a pickle? How on earth could you ever..."

"Well now, don't get me wrong now", Betty jumps to respond! "I love Hank and all. He works his tail off to keep me happy, and he sure is a looker, but when it comes to the parts of him that's involved in our intimacy, that's whole nother piece of pie."

"What on earth are you trying to say Betty?"

"Isn't it obvious? I mean, Hank was out there trying to plow the field the other night. He couldn't get that darn mule to budge, so he started slapping it's backside and hollering. And wouldn't you know it, the mule done off and got an arousal! It was every bit as big as my arm, from the elbow to the wrist... I'll tell ya what."

"Oh, you're talking about being unsatisfied intimately." Gertrude says, finally figuring it out. "Well see, that old mule you got there is the whole problem. What you need honey, is for your husband go out and get one of them newfangled tractor-ma-jigs. Earl bought one last week, and wouldn't you know it, that thing was the biggest blessing that our marriage could ever have... I'll tell ya what."

A puzzled looking Betty asks, "Why what ever do you mean?"

"Well Earl isn't exactly gifted in that category either", Gertrude admits. "See, he lets me drive that tractor once a week, so's he can have some time to tend to fixing up some things round the house. And honey, lemme tell you, that the vibrations I get from that seat, are enough to keep me satisfied for a week! Oh, I just can't wait for Saturdays to come."

When Jister heard this conversation, he was instantly motivated by an idea that came to mind. He dropped all of his tools right then and there, and ran back to his lab as quickly as possible! He immediately began the works on his new invention. Having gathered up all of his savings, to buy the necessary materials, he began mass production. Believing that he had finally found the perfect invention.

His invention combined all three things that the women had talked about: A twelve inch length, that came from the mule, a three inch girth, which came from a pickle, and all the vibrating action that a tractor had to offer. The little engine was concealed neatly inside this one piece, plastic shelled object, and it was made to be waterproof. The added beauty of it was, that it was designed to run off of the electric cells, that he had invented a month earlier.

What Jister had invented, was the world's first vibrator. He went on to name it after the conversation that inspired his creation, and he called it a Donkey Pickle.

Since there was roughly 60,000 people that lived in his secluded town, he naturally figured that at least half were women. Of those women, Half should be of adult age. He also figured that any woman who wasn't married, would also find herself having the same problems of being unsatisfied, so he jumped into production. He made 15,000 Donkey Pickles, and had them ready for sale, within a weeks time. Each one was green, and had a little picture of a donkey stenciled on the on the side of it. The small power switch on the one end, was brown. To Jister, the Donkey Pickle looked very eye catching, and he couldn't wait to start selling them.

Without much thought, Jister Chuckles took off to hit the streets. He went door to door, to 2,500 homes within his first three weeks. All his hard work, seemed to be for nothing. He only managed to sell 4 Donkey Pickles. The first one was bought by an angry husband who had answered the door, when Jister came by. He was furious at the thought of himself, not being able to please his wife. So he snatched up the Donkey Pickle out of Jister's hand, and smashed it on his front porch. That man had refused to pay for the broken Donkey Pickle, until Jister threatened a lawsuit, which would ultimately lead to the story making the news. So to avoid any embarrassment, the man gave Jister $4.50.

Aside from the broken one, Jister ended up selling two to his own widowed mother. When he asked her why she needed two, she smiled, and said had a special place to put the other one. Jister didn't quite understand what she was talking about, and I don't wanna know what she was talking about.

The forth Donkey Pickle that Jister was able to sell, was to the old Ms. Kragget down at the end of his street. She's half deaf and blind, and thought the Donkey Pickle was some kind of new "hands free" mixer, that allowed her to simply toss into a mixing bowl and walk away. Jister tried to explain how she got it all wrong, but she rushed him off after paying, saying, "Haste doesn't equal cakes!"

Jister just couldn't figure it out. He knew that his invention would be able to get the job done for women. He could also see it in the eyes of the women who refused his product. They were in need of some good satisfaction, and they were definitely interested in the idea. But he just couldn't figure out why they pushed him away like he was carrying some kind of a plague. He didn't understand why the ladies at the store, had talked so deeply on the matter, when both of them turned his product down. Betty called it an abomination, and Gertrude referred to it as, "perverse and disgusting".

Jister was at the end of his rope. He had no idea where to go from here. All his inventions seemed so great, and none of them ever panned out for him. He was pondering these things over one afternoon, as he sat on the sidewalk outside of his home. He was bored, and racing two of the Donkey Pickles against each other down the sidewalk, when a strange man walked up upon him and started to talk.

"Hey there son, how ya doing there son? Name's Rupert Amador, and I make selling bibles fun. Bibles are the business, and business is good. Bibles are in high demand, throughout the neighborhood. Bibles are cool, bibles are neat. They're the talk of the town, and the buzz on the street. Gotta own a bible, if ya wanna get into the game, all my bibles are different, no two are the same. So how bout it boy, what do you say? Just give me the word, and I'll toss one your way. No need to fear, if you're unable to pay. I'm running a special offer, just for today. I'll let ya have one, on a risk free trial! So what do say son... Wanna try a bible?"

"No. I don't really have any mo---"

"Say hey now, what ya got there now? Those things are pretty goofing looking now!"

"These? They're Donkey Pickles. They're my latest flop invention. Nobody wants to buy any."

"Well, they look kinda boring son, what are they supposed to do?"

Jister went on to explain what Donkey Pickles were. He told the story of how they came to be, and what they were designed to do. After long discussion, and plenty of consideration, Rupert saw the true potential that Donkey Pickles had. He was also able to see why Jister was having so much trouble trying to sell them.

Rupert ended up suggesting a strait up trade. Bible Sales for Donkey Pickles. "How about you take over my bible sales for two weeks, and in the mean time, I'll take over selling Donkey Pickles for you. This way you get the chance to earn a little cash, and I'll use my professional sales experience to try and get these things headed in the right direction." He went on to state the fact that bible sales were quite reputable, and then claimed that it would take a professional salesman to get Donkey Pickles up off the sidewalk, and vibrating their ways into people's homes. Jister accepted this trade, as he once again found himself broke, and because he thought that the entire deal seemed harmless. The two agreed that neither one should use the others business approach. Rupert could not sell the vibrators as, "Donkey Pickles", and Jister could not sell bibles and refer to them as, "The Key to Eternity". Naturally, this was all Rupert's idea, but Jister found it to make perfect sense, and the two shook on it, and made arrangements to switch products.

After the first week, the product formerly known as Donkey Pickles, had succeeded to be a thriving door to door sales business. Rupert had actually doubled the amount of weekly profit that he would normally get from bible sales. In the mean time, Jister had not made one penny selling bibles. The reason for this, was actually quite simple.The town was founded heavily upon religion. Some would say that the town had been blessed with all of its wonderful modernization, because of this. Thanks to it's religious background however, in those days, "self-touching" or the "pleasuring of one's self", was considered to be sinful.

Women over the age of 18, made up an overwhelming majority of the people who would by things from door to door salesman. As they were the ones to stay at home and tend to the house in those days, while the men went to work. They were either the wives, or the daughters. And since door to door salesmen operated during the normal work hours, the women were the only ones home, and therefor, they made up the majority of the potential customers.They were also the targeted customers that Donkey Pickles were designed for. It was one big recipe for success!

Rupert Amador knew all of this, being a married man himself, who had a daughter over the age of 18. He KNEW that women would buy this product. The trick, was finding the right way to approach them, without scaring them off. So the first thing he did, was change the name of Donkey Pickles, to something more appealing. He used his own name, and called it the "Amador Pleasure". After that, he had Jister change the colors of all of them, "as not to use the same marketing strategy", and the new color was white and pink. This worked because the product was now a feminine color, and it also kept Jister off the streets for the first week, while he stayed in his lab to preform the changes.

That gave Rupert the chance to hit to the streets and create a buzz, without someone out there pushing "the good word", which might ultimately lead to conflicting arguments of what is right, and what is wrong. Rupert then went and marketed the vibrators as "therapeutic massagers", and he placed the blame for unhappy marriages upon women, for being unsatisfied. But he also complimented them, by calling women, the "smarter" of the two.

The Amador Pleasure, was referred to as, "the woman's last resort, to save her marriage". Rupert went on to proclaim, "A woman is not to question how a man sees fit to provide for his home, and, he should be willing to go to any length possible, to achieve this. In turn, a man should not question a woman either, on the ways she sees fit to make a home, and she should be willing to go to any length just the same, to accomplish this". Plus, thanks to the bible sales, and his working knowledge of scripture, Rupert was able to quote things from the good book that came across as loopholes, which made it OK for a woman to take the matter of her own personal pleasure, into her own hands. The fact that Rupert was know for his bible sales, only helped his entire cause.

When Jister was finally able to take to the streets, he didn't have nearly the success that he had hoped for. As it turned out, news of the Amador Pleasure, had swept the entire town. Women from all over it, had begun to hear the rumors, through the gossip between each other, of this wonderful invention that would solve their personal problems, and didn't conflict with religious belief. Women of the household, in those days, were only given enough money to shop for groceries and to pay the bills. They were only able to accumulate the leftover change, and this meant that it would take about two weeks, for a woman to accumulate about $10 in change. This presented the biggest problem to Jister's new bible selling opportunity.

See, Jister was a week behind in door to door visits. This hurt him for a couple of reasons, because Rupert had already visited the houses that Jister was going to. Now, in the beginning, Jister made some decent sales, that is, if he happened to knock on a door, during one of the very few times throughout the day, when the woman wasn't in the bedroom enjoying her new Amador Pleasure. But, as news of the new invention spread, the price went up. Jister found that women of the houshold, were having less and less savings as he crossed town. This meant that he had to lower the price of his bibles so that the women could afford one. This in turn, lowered his profit. What started out as $5 a bible, was reduced to measly dollar, by the end of the week.

Amador started out by selling the vibrators for $2 a piece on his first day. This made women less leery of spending the money on something they were unsure about. The women began to tell their friends, and Amador doubled the price on his second day. This attracted more women who were eager to jump on the Amador Pleasure, (no pun intended), before the prices went up even higher. The third and forth day, saw the same kind of reaction, as the price climbed to $6, and by the end of the week, thanks to the gossip between girls, the Amador Pleasure was in high demand, and it could be sold for $9.

Jister, was at the end of his first week, whereas Rupert, was at the end of his second week of sales. The two were both looking forward to giving up the businesses that they had taken from each other on trial offers. Jister was excited because he realized what Rupert had done with raising the price of the vibrators. He knew that he wouldn't make more than a few pennies off of each bible because of this, but he was also looking forward to the high profits that the vibrators were turning in. Rupert was excited because he had sold almost the entire lot of the 15,000 vibrators that Jister produced. By the end of the first week, Rupert didn't even need to go door to door anymore to make sales. Word had spread so quickly, that the women of the town came to him. The thoughts of getting back to selling bibles, weren't the thing that made Rupert so excited. No, he had something else in mind.

When the two came back together, to meet and exchange businesses, Rupert told Jister that he didn't want to take the bibles back just yet. He stated that had turned the vibrators into a huge success, and was able to more than double the individual profits of each one sold. "You are now able to make money with the vibrators because of me, and I think that you should reward me. Seeing as how I sort of crushed my beloved bible selling business in doing this. I will give you back the vibrator business, but in exchange for it, I want you to let me try and market the electric cells (batteries) that you have invented, for two weeks. I wanna see if I can turn those into a business as well. If that succeeds, I will have turned two different things into money makers for you."

Jister felt that he did owe Rupert a great deal thanks. He also knew that there was only one invention so far, that ran off of the electric cells. Jister considered himself to have gotten off lucky, by trading another business that had absolutely no success, for one that had become the town craze amongst the ladies. So he gladly accepted the trade. The one thing that he didn't consider, was the fact that the vibrators were designed to run, solely powered, by the electric cells. This meant that the cells would eventually lose their charge, and Jister hadn't even thought that far ahead. But Rupert had!

He was able to sell the electric cells faster than he was able to sell the devices that they powered. By the end of the second week of vibrator sales, all the women from the first week, had used up the electric charge in theirs. This was great timing, as this was the first week of electric cell sales for Rupert. The women were more than eager to get them running again, and Rupert Amador was happy to help them out... For $2 a pop! Then by the end of his second week of selling electric cells, not only did he sell cells to everyone who bought a vibrator in their "second" week on the market, but he had also got the repeat business of the women who had bought electric cells during their "first" week on the market. Since the charge in theirs had either run out, or was due to run out. He kept the price at $2 throughout the entire two weeks. This way the price wouldn't hit the women's pockets too hard, and it would give them the opportunity to start saving money again.

Jister on the other hand, was having a rough two weeks. Since Amador had sold almost all of his inventory, Jister had to go back into production. He also had to give up the name, and the image that the Amador Pleasure had acquired. And, since almost every woman in town already owned a vibrator, Jister knew that he had to come out offering one, that was far better than the ones that they already owned, if he hoped to make any sales.

Having never seen any problems with the name, "Donkey Pickles", Jister decided to go back to using it for round 2. It took him the better part of a week to produce enough vibrators to begin sales. The new production also forced Jister to spend the little bit of money he had actually made from selling bibles, to buy the necessary materials he needed to produce more Donkey Pickles.

The new Donkey Pickles came out with a new upgraded feature. The motor for it was stronger and looser, which produced almost twice the vibrating action that the first model did. He couldn't wait to get out there and start selling them. His hopes were so high, but when he took to streets, he found that he was having the same problems as he did the first time around. His mother was eager to buy 2 more of the upgraded version, but aside from her, no one else bought any. As soon as Jister would mention his Super Donkey Pickles and hold one up, the women would close the door. They already owned vibrators, so they naturally assumed that Jister's were some cheap and disgusting knock off. The name was whole problem, it turned women off to the idea, before they could ever get a chance to hear about the newly improved, stronger vibrating action.

A distraught and broke Jister, called and asked his mother if he could come over for dinner, because he couldn't afford to eat. She of coarse said yes, and off he went. Then, at some point during dinner, Jister had to use the bathroom. When he went in there, he found all four of the Donkey Pickles that he had sold to his mom, sitting on the sink, next to a giant pile of electric cells. He counted them out and came to find that there were 2 cells for each Donkey Pickle. This meant that mom was probable still using the old ones too.

He asked his mom why she felt the need to keep the old ones, and she replied, "Some days more vibration is what the job calls for. Other days, less vibration is will do just fine."

Jister figured that he had once again come up with a great idea. He believed that the Super Donkey Pickles needed a variable speed option. This required more money. So when it was time to get his electric cells back, which had become a success, thanks to Rupert, Jister was tickled pink. He gladly traded the bibles back to Rupert for the electric cells, and Rupert was even kind enough to hand over his personal sales records. He showed Jister all the people who had bought the Amador Pleasure, and he showed him who all bought batteries, and when they were due for more. "If you see here son, no one's gonna need any batteries for about a week. That will give you the time to make any improvements and to increase your stock shelves. Then in about a week, these here, are the people you want to go to first."

Mr. Rupert Amador made it seem like he had done such a huge favor for the boy throughout the entire month long process. He was even grateful enough to give a very small amount of his profits to Jister, so that he could afford to eat and to produce more works in his lab. Jister was so thankful for all the help that Rupert had given him, that he was never able to see how he had been used by the man.

In the following weeks, Jister would go on to find no success in anything that he did. He couldn't sell Super Donkey Pickles to save his life. Each week he would come up with a new upgrade to his existing product, in order to try and create some buzz. His list included the variable speed option, which carried a slogan that said, "Packed with the kick of a mule, Super Donkey Pickles delivers the tickles, that will make your special spot jiggle!" When that didn't work, he tried messing around with different shapes, sizes, and textures. He even went as far as giving them an added taste. Advertising "Super Donkey Pickles", as the first vibrators to successfully capture the actual flavor of a donkey. That was followed by scented ones, and I'm sure I don't have to tell you what they smelled like.

The poor boy just couldn't see it. He scrapped the entire idea behind Donkey Pickles once he tried everything that he could think of. He was a failure at everything he tried to sell. He couldn't even sale the electric cells that powered the Amador Pleasure, to anyone but his mom. It drove him crazy, and he ended up walking out of the town, feeling ashamed of himself, never to return again.

The biggest reason his sales never stood a chance, was because of one Rupert Amador. He had taken Jister Chuckles for one hell of a ride, and every woman in the town went along with them. Twisting scripture, and using it to manipulate, has always been his biggest key to success. Before he stumbled upon Jister, he was able to sustain a steady income, by preaching scripture that promoted the act of "giving to the needy". He would further this by mentioning a local store downtown, that was always asking for people to donate used bibles, so that they could be given to the poor. The catch behind it, was that Rupert was the one who owned the store. Essentially, he was getting used bibles from everyone for free, and simply turning around and selling those same bibles back to the people who donated them.

When he got his bible business back, he spent the first week twisting scripture once again. He took advantage of the time that he had before Jister would begin to start to go door to door with his electric cells. Plus, he knew which people Jister would go to first, and who would have money, and when they would have have money. This knowledge was gave him a serious leg up, and he was once again able to get to the women before Jister could.

He knew how often the town's women were using the Amador Pleasure. So all he had to do, was put the right notion into their heads. He spread around a word that "claimed" the personal pleasuring of one's self was acceptable... Once in a while. Not, all day long, while said person's husband was at work. This "over indulging", was considered to be more of an act of lust, than it was an act of therapy.

This is the entire reason Jister wasn't able to sell and batteries either. The women of his town had gone back to spending their money on bibles, as they felt the immediate need to repent for all their "excessive" over indulging. But apparently, they didn't repent nearly enough, as the town was hit by the worst series of natural disasters to ever take place in one spot, shortly thereafter.

The only comfort I can take away from this entire "really long" story, is the fact that Jister had left the town before the string of natural disasters hit it. I'd like to believe that he went on to find a new place, where he was more successful with his inventions. I want to believe, that somewhere, somehow, a place exists in this world today, that actually gives credit to Jister Chuckles for all of his wonderful ideas and inventions. If not, I NEED to believe that others will read this hub, and come to know the story of Jister Chuckles, and Donkey Pickles. Because for most people, their biggest fear in life, is that no one will remember them throughout the ages. They don't want to be forgotten after they die.

In the case of Jister Chuckles, it's far worse. Because a person can't be forgotten after they die, if no one knew they existed, when they were alive.