At some point in our lives it becomes time to think about the end. Yep, the big chill, check-out time, no more miles to go before I sleep. Death, it happens, and usually never at a good time. So we are urged before it gets too late, to have all of our affairs in order. The older you get, it obviously becomes more important.
A will of course is crucial, especially if you have a family that will become a pack of wolves to get what they consider their fair share. Having all your insurance, 401K accounts, power of attorney, there’s a lot to think about. And in this day and age, there is also digital technology to think about. Who will be the trusted friend to come to your home and clear your phone and computer of questionable documents, embarrassing search histories, and slightly less than dignified photographs. As a writer for Sprocket Ink, I can tell you my browser history is not for the faint of heart or the sexually repressed. Then there’s the nightstand. Everyone’s nightstand holds something you would prefer not see the light of day once you have said goodnight for the last time. Who do you trust with that little task? It can make your mind spin in circles.
And what if you don’t get to say goodbye to certain friends or kiss my ass to others. Well, scratch one problem off the list. Now your internet voice can live on and on and on. The newest rage in cyberspace is the creation of new startups where you can leave previously archived quotes, comments or some other communication, and after your death they get posted on your facebook account. Just think of the possibilities. You really can haunt someone from the grave. How freakin’ creepy is that? And it’s not just a farewell message, no no. You can leave posts that can be timed for certain anniversaries or birthdays and this is the best part; they have the technology to keep it going for at least 100 years, possibly up to 400 years. This is epic. Not only can you harrass that chick from college who said to call her in a hundred years or so, but you can harrass her great grandchildren too.
There’s actually a company whose tag line is ”When your heart stops beating, you’ll keep tweeting.” I can’t tell you how much I just love that. Eventually the plan is for the technology to grow from posting your actual tweets to learning from them and creating its own tweets that mimic your style. All those people who wanted you to shut the hell up in real life will still be hearing from you after you’re dead. They do say revenge is a dish best served cold.
Deathly cold. Tweet tweet.