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This is an uncertain world. Nobody knows for sure what path their life will take, nor can we see in advance the people and places we will encounter that will shape our existence. There is only one thing we know for sure.
One day, we will die.
But who knows when, or how? Death can come for us at any time, and in any place. How would we let our friends and loved ones know it had happened? What if we had important files or information to pass on? A dark secret to reveal? A confession of undying love?
Well, that's where SlightlyMorbid and Death Switch come in. For a modest fee, you can set up e-mails to be sent to a number of individuals of your choosing in the event of your untimely demise, with personal messages as necessary. SlightlyMorbid requires that you choose a trusted third party who will log on after you die and trigger the messages, while Death Switch sends you e-mail prompts at intervals of your choice - stop responding to prompts, and it assumes you've passed away, and sends the messages.
So, maybe there are some ethical issues with charging people for a service that will only be rendered after they're dead. And maybe getting an e-mail from beyond the grave is not quite the way you want your significant others to remember you. And maybe it's just a silly idea that nobody actually uses.
But isn't it kinda cool?
So how about you, SE++? What do you say in death that you could never say in life?
If you were going to shock image people FROM THE GRAVE, at least do it right.
Have message written in frantic style, talking about how frightened you are, that it's after you, that you have to tell someone, but now that you know you are going to be NEXT and have some creepy photograph attached of some demon or something.
Hey guys, guess what! Keep on readin'! How are you? I hope you are fine. I am not fine, as you can no doubt tell from me hanging here from the ceiling fixture. You are the ones who drove me to this. I was doing just fine until you fuckers came along. I hope you're happy now that I'm goddamn dead.
"someone told me to click this thing and I did and I don't know what the fuck it does but I guess it means I'm dead? maybe it's something like the ring, I dunno. anyways, if you get this please-"
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brokenhearted
tried to shit
but only farted
Fuck all y'all, I'm in a better place
that would be an alarming miscommunication
Or an outstanding practical joke.
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This. I'd probably just shock image people.
shakes head in disgust
and have it send emails to my enemies
"The grave shall not hold me
I come for you"
...you know
if I had any enemies
Have message written in frantic style, talking about how frightened you are, that it's after you, that you have to tell someone, but now that you know you are going to be NEXT and have some creepy photograph attached of some demon or something.
trigger it to send cryptic clues about the identity of who you believe to be your killer
anybody who hates a dead person shouldn't be your friend anyway
narrated by gerard butler or whatever his name is
Hey guys did you hear the wook loves Hitler.
Signed,
The Corpse In This Room
P.S.: Fuck you people.
only carnally
Free running was a poor hobby choice.
Regards,
I'd expect nothing less from you.
Fandyien went out just the way he wanted; naked, riding a polar bear, and choking on a single, insidious, cumquat.
Sincerely,
The Internet
It would be appropriate, because it's your only post people didn't tl;dr.
I didn't even notice that post!
who wants to go see a movie on friday
love wam
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I'm going to do my best to haunt you. Glue down your vases.
Larlar