Ok, this reminds me of something.
"Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex."
Specifically the description of an unfertilized human ovum being utterly obliterated by millions of kryptonian-powered sperm.
In that final hour, when each breath is a struggle to take, and you are looking back over your life's accomplishments, which memories would you treasure? The empires you built, or the joy you spread to others?
Therin lies the true measure of a man.