What I need is a post-death internet service. This is something people have been talking about a lot over the last few years. I don’t know if any true solutions were found for the thing that, this morning, I think I’d like the most. A year after I die, I’d like to post to Twitter or something. Hell, who even knows if Twitter will be there by then. He said, as if he were likely to outlive any internet service. Maybe it should go to my newsletter system instead.
But: just a message, a year after I die. Saying, hi, I died a year ago, but I just wanted to tell you something.
Which, yes, is unsettling enough on its own, I know. It’s not unamusing to me, obviously. But.
Hi. I died a year ago, but I just wanted to tell you something. I loved being with you all, and I hope you’re all making the most out of life, because we only get one go on the ride. Hold on tight.
But I think mostly I probably just want to scare the shit out of people.
I’m not buying an URL for a digital haunting service DON’T LOOK AT ME
(written 12 September 2017, recovered from Morning Computer)