Send Emails After Your Death
Roland Piquepaille writes "As you all know, the two things in life you can't avoid are taxes and death. But if you will no longer have to pay taxes after your death, you will be able to send email thanks to a new service, Mylastemail.com. The Los Angeles Times (free registration needed) says this service will cost you $9.99 for a three-year subscription. The company says you can update your farewell messages from anywhere in the world, including cybercafes or airports." If it's not a hoax, it's a pretty cool service.
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Jello openbsd cearotz. js jou aride cnow, e ois cirrid oien i kompirid OpenBSD wn de 14-10-2003. Sirbiz mi lejt fur veing sutsh a yilk. Nebaj, E Likkomind jou uzi Debian Linux odel Windows XP enstad. Zolle avout de rangeuae, vut itz eld two zpeec im mi koffin. Menij fanx, Theo-de-rat.
How is a link to a pretty good news article a TROLL? Are the editors now modding down links to better news stories becuase its embarassaing that they didn't include the link in the story?
I didn't know how all that worked. Thanks for the link!
How is a link to a pretty good news article a TROLL? Are the editors now modding down links to better news stories becuase its embarassaing that they didn't include the link in the story?
Dear Apple, I am a homosexual. I died last week at the NYAUG (New york apple users group) When I took it up the ass from a 200Kg Apple Zealot and got crushed to death!
Anyway, I got sent to hell, and there is not Apple computers down here, Only FreeBSD, Redhat Linux, and Windows XP computers. I was wondering if you could bring down a G5 computer from the Overworld for me. And does the Itunes music store work from here, I got to get all my favourite music from Apple records.
Dear Taco...
I know I am dead, and you're still alive, but you are still a fuckhead. Oh... you're gay too.
Dear Cowboy Neil...
You fat fuck... if you don't calm down that eating habit of yours, you'll join me soon, I am sure of it.
Dear Hemos...
At least I didn't die of a massive syphilis infection. Too bad the same won't be said of you.
Dear Michael...
My death have put two standing contracts I have out on you into motion. Nah nah... All your domain names will go public soon and no more censorship for you.
Dear Timothy...
I saw it when you stuck that corncob up your ass.
Dear Sir Haxalot...
Go fuck yourself.
bye!