Digital Death

Apparently, much like a friend going to your apartment after your death to clean out your porn before you mom makes one last visit, there are services that clean up or close out digital loose ends.

Now I don't think I've ever reached that level of embarrassing behavior on the Cellar, but I want it known that my digital remains should be permanently placed in the Dwellar NSFW thread. I may even supply a frontal and posterior of myself so my friends can admire my life and my enemies can kiss my ass!:D

So while my dear family cries
bury my hard drive deep
Spare their tearing eyes
all those pictures of naked sheep

I smell a greeting card contract here!

From here:

This distributed deathlessness means we’ll all need a little cleanup on Aisle Me. The aspects of life we archive online, be they valuable, heritable, or simply embarrassing, require posthumous management (and, in some cases, eradication) lest our friends and loved ones and executors be embarrassed or inconvenienced by our lingering digital detritus, a trash-strewn wake of left-behind liabilities. At least three companies — AssetLock.net, Legacy Locker, and the charmingly named Deathswitch.com — have arisen to keep customers’ passwords, usernames, final messages, and so on in a virtual safe-deposit box. After you’re gone, these companies carry out last wishes, alert friends, give account access to various designated beneficiaries, and generally parse out and pass on your online assets. Digital remains that are not bequeathed to an inheritor are incinerated, closing the book on PayPal accounts, profiles, even alternate identities (especially alternate identities: You don’t want your mother knowing about, or worse, playing, the wife-swapping giant badger you became in Second Life).

I'm not going to die... so far, so good. ;)

xoxoxoBruce;637724 wrote:

I'm not going to die... so far, so good. ;)

But when you do, Viking funeral, right?:vikingsmi Youll have to let me know where you got all the wood for Plastic Forks.

That wood was the pallets Harley Davidson ships the bikes to the dealer on.

I'd rather kill myself on the Harley and have a sky burial. Leave the heat to the living.

xoxoxoBruce;637728 wrote:

That wood was the pallets Harley Davidson ships the bikes to the dealer on.

Wow, I wish I'd known that at the time. It would have made the bonfire an even cooler experience. Of course, the drums and the women dancing around it already did give it a bit of style.


We need a Cellar Plastic Forks.

LJ knew, but he told me not to tell you. :haha:

When I go, my tombstone will be a mushroom cloud. Then everyone can go with me.
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richlevy;637801 wrote:

We need a Cellar Plastic Forks.

Well, if perhaps somebody didn't live in an obsessively planned community ...

(I'd offer but since I'm not allowed to grill on my quite tiny porch (or on the grassy expanse in front of it), I'm sure that apt management would freak over a bonfire)

wolf;637902 wrote:

Well, if perhaps somebody didn't live in an obsessively planned community ...

Well, I do have an in with the Homeowners Association president, at least for the next few months.

Unfortunately, a large bonfire is out of the question (wooden deck) and the township passed a noise ordinance about two years ago.

Also, drunken nakedness would be out of the question, although I have to mention that even though Wolf warned (promised) us this might occur at Plastic Forks, we were apparently a few years too late.:sniff:

Bruce looks like he lives in a woodsy area, let's ask him. As a bonus, we could all tour the museum of cool stuff that he happens to live in.

You, sir, are very clever.

And you did get to see a woman drink beer out of another woman's tits.