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I M DED. C U L8R. TWEET ME.
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(Thanks to Allen at Division)
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April 27, 2009
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Virtual Afterlife WBAGNFAPB
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | April 27, 2009 at 03:24 PM
Resting In Peace means never having to answer a bleeping device!
Posted by: Allen at Division | April 27, 2009 at 03:32 PM
If only Harry Houdini had used Twitter.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | April 27, 2009 at 03:35 PM
Gracebook.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | April 27, 2009 at 03:35 PM
So I can still bug all my relatives with annoying e-mails even after I'm dead...?
Sign me up. Not.
Rest in peace works both ways, you know...
Posted by: Wes S. | April 27, 2009 at 03:38 PM
Status: Worms are eating my face.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | April 27, 2009 at 03:53 PM
*ewwwsnork* @ Meanie!
Posted by: Siouxie | April 27, 2009 at 04:01 PM
If I see it coming, I might just set up a bunch of posthumous timed voice mails on the order of "HELP GET ME OUT OF HERE AIIIIEEEEE *click*."
But text messaging from beyond? How impersonal. Remember, it's the thought that counts.
Posted by: padraig | April 27, 2009 at 04:31 PM
Just for the record I do not want any dead people emailing me.
Posted by: Margaritaville | April 27, 2009 at 04:44 PM
Now that I am in the afterlife I can see that the Nigerian millionaire in need of American bank transfer assistance is a great investment. Contact him now with your bank codes in order to turn a tremendous profit.
Posted by: MartiniShark | April 27, 2009 at 04:57 PM
All your graves are belong to us!"
Posted by: MartiniShark | April 27, 2009 at 04:57 PM
So, the "new message" window is called "decompose"?
For those who like succinct obituaries for the deceased of note, check
this site.
Posted by: Lairbo | April 27, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Rosanne. Turned over after you sang at the ball game.
Frances Scott Key
Posted by: Clankazoid | April 27, 2009 at 05:15 PM
ms: lol!
Posted by: judi | April 27, 2009 at 06:13 PM
"Scratch, scratch, scratch" darn there went a nail.
Posted by: DaninIA | April 27, 2009 at 07:21 PM
Lairbo,
Clever and funny
Celebrity death haikus.
Yours are very good.
Posted by: NotSherly | April 27, 2009 at 08:04 PM
Thank you, NotSherly
Hope you and many others
Will join in the fun
Posted by: Lairbo | April 27, 2009 at 08:29 PM
You too will be assimilated.
I'm dead, Jim.
Dammit Jim, I'm dead so I can't do your income taxes.
Waiting to see you in hell. The water's warm here.
I really don't want to see those emails.
Posted by: Cassie | April 27, 2009 at 08:34 PM
How to pester babes from beyond?
Babe your'e hot, your'e hot.
Course I'm dead and not...
come to the cemetry...
and try a date with me.
Babe your'e hot, your'e hot.
Posted by: Al Iterative | April 27, 2009 at 10:13 PM
William Gibson call home.
Posted by: Loudmouth | April 27, 2009 at 10:35 PM
Key quote: "They're challenging us to do things out of the box."
Ahem, yes. Cute.
Posted by: ScottMGS | April 28, 2009 at 12:38 AM
The Harwich, Mass.-based Web site YouveBeenLeftBehind.com promises to save your advice for relatives and friends whom you fear might not make it to Heaven should the end of the world occur.
The computer system is designed to detect the Rapture: A group of several faithful families, geographically dispersed, log into the system daily, and their failure to do so trips the switch. In that event, the system presumes those families were taken up in the Rapture, and sends out your last-chance advice to a list of 60 or more addressees.
Geezer bus alert: "In case of Rapture, this website will be unmanned."
Posted by: cowprintrabbit | April 28, 2009 at 01:32 AM
ok, that quote was in italics when I previewed it, and the sentence below was not....
The bot stole my italics!!!!
Posted by: cowprintrabbit | April 28, 2009 at 01:51 AM