I want to be so famous that drag queens will dress like me in parades when I’m dead.

The line is a deliberately outrageous, comic redefinition of “fame” as a kind of afterlife: not institutional honors or critical acclaim, but being so culturally legible that others can impersonate you for fun and spectacle. By specifying drag queens and parades, it frames celebrity as performance and iconography—an image strong enough to be copied, exaggerated, and celebrated in public ritual. The joke also carries an affectionate nod to queer performance traditions, where imitation can function as tribute and canonization. Underneath the punchline is a wry admission of vanity and a fear of being forgotten, converted into a vivid, theatrical metric for lasting impact.