Obviously, this is after PP.
He gazed up at the monument of himself. Running a pail finger along the cold stone, he smiled. Sam had called him conceited for weeks on end because of how he loved the thing.
Tucker had even threatened to destroy it at one time while mayor. The reason why he loved it so much wasn't because he was proud.
He didn't pass by it everyday because he liked seeing himself as a huge stone statue, or because he felt he was better than anyone else because of it.
He just simply wanted to make sure it was there. That no one had teared it down. So that when he saw it, it would always leave him at ease.
When his children were dead, and his children's children were long gone, and he and Sam. That statue would always be there, watching over his town.
Always be there, and no one would forget him. They'd always remember the sacrifice he had to make for this town.
Future generations, presidents, civilians, they'd always remember him as long as that statue was there. Always.