When reflecting on your life’s achievements, what would you like to see in your obituary? Your list might include bringing up some wonderful children and helping them to establish themselves in careers and relationships. You might want to reflect on your own successful career? Achievements in sport? What about your humanitarian efforts?
When you’re dead and gone how would you like to be remembered?
Just bury me an walk away. Whatever.
DAYUM I didnt expect that, we love you Ana
He cooked a good curry.
I want six of the hottest babes ever with big boobs to carry my casket
infi – Duly noted. Is this request for before or after you kick off?
Hmmm, several thoughts:
“I’ll be back…..again!”
Put me into the compose heap
Cut me up and mail me to all my enemies
Have me stuffed and sit me on a park bench….preferable away from pigeons!
Sprinkle my ashes in a wild trout stream
Have me stuffed and put my body behind the desk of a government worker so I, ah, my family can continute to collect a paycheck
Since I’m going to be dead, I won’t really care how I’m remembered, will I? It’s just not my problem anymore.
“DJ died at the age of 102, shot in bed with a young lady by her jealous husband.”
that asshole
Well, it’s kind of an interesting, yet morbid, topic. But how will other B&P readers know we’re gone? We are all individual persona that generally know each other only from 10,000 miles. What happens when revrick315 drops off the board (other than a collective sigh of relief)? Who will know? Will you think “well, he got fed up and left” or “maybe he decided to become a…a…liberal” or “I guess he’s here under another handle.” Do you have a “he’s checked out” app on your system that will blast notification into the nether reaches when you don’t log on for a few months? Do you have an appointed friend to clear the history of your computer and log into your email accounts and put up an ‘out of office for good’ autoresponder. Maybe “Here lies Rick, Bye Bits & Pieces, Logging off and Rest in Pieces”
Hmmm…Jonco, I think I’d just as soon not have rhyme with “Pieces” on my headstone…there will be pigeons enough.
But…if I made you laugh or think sometime in your life, I’m a happy man.
At my funeral, when everyone is looking down at me in the casket, I just want one person, just one, to look down and say, “Look! He’s still breathing!!!”
I’d like to leave knowing I had a “positive balance”… that I’ve done more for certain other people (people who mean the most to me) than people have done for me…
Revrick – I encountered a situation similar to what you brought up. I was corresponding back and forth with a seller on eBay when he just stopped sending me email. He also started getting a ton of negative feedback from his sales. It finally came to light that he had kicked off suddenly. What poor planning on his part! 🙂
That I did not go quietly into the night.
I was gone from here nearly 10 days, and no one thought to check the obits. Eh, I bet no one even noticed.
Scott – We did wonder. I thought you’d moved.
To the land down punder.
rev – I’ve thought of that recently myself. It used to be, you talked by phone or letter or in person with people, and if you kicked, your spouse or neighbors or family knew pretty much who to notify, and most friends were local, and word got around thru the obits, work, etc. Now we sit alone at the computer, behind layers of log-in screenss, passwords, & captchas, communicating with other people around the world that we really do care about, but who are also behind all that security.
I’ve wondered if I should hide an envelope in my desk somewhere, for my son or my killers to find, with some key email addresses and passwords so that online friends can be notified.
I would like to wipe my picture files and internet history first tho.
Someone will make a killing (no pun intended, for once) on creating a system to automatically notify everyone you know around the world when you die. Maybe like when your computer chair goes cold, the system will kick in.
There is already something like that. It’s an email based service where you sign up with a password, and you put the pertinent info into a multi-recipient email.
If you don’t sign in with your password for X number of days, the email gets sent.
I can’t remember what the name of the site was so it’s a good job I didn’t use it – my friends would be in Hawaii at my expense by now.
As for my tombstone, I’d like it to say “Here lies Matt, the first human to live beyond four hundred years, which is quite amazing given how drunk he always was… and all those young women… and the rich food… and the parties.”
Scott – If you read back through the comments, I asked about you a couple of days ago, and again this a.m.
I hope when I croak, that someone will say…. She had a good heart.
That’s it folks. Over and Out.
Bella – Well if you’re not here because your ticker quit at such a youthful age, we might not say exactly that…
Scott, it wasn’t just the Canuk that was pundering about you.
Well, Bella, when I clunk out and someone says “He had a good heart”, I hope it’s not at Jeffrey Dahmler type. (Does this clown taste funny????)
I love you too, infi.
I would just like to be remembered. people forget over time.