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What Happens To Your Data When You Die?
dacarr writes "Your data - that is, the personal web pages and projects you have worked on to make the 'net a better place - are presumably password protected. But sooner or later the time will come when you take that last breath, and with you goes your passwords, but not your data. It's still there for your benefactors to deal with. And while many famous people who are no longer with us (e.g., Douglas Adams or Chuck Jones) have a staff for this, well, many of us don't. As such, have you planned for the hereafter, and if so, how?"
I just use my first name and digit 1 for all the accounts I have that require passwords.
Sooner or later they will discover a vulnerability.
"Dad. Mom. I'm only gonna say this once. For the sake of your children, please encrypt your pr0n. We really don't wanna know."
I have a script that if I don't use my computer for longer than 5 hours it assumes I have died and sends / to /dev/null.
Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.
Where do bad files go when they die? /dev/null/ to wait,
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a folder of
Won't see em again 'till 2038.
Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.
Linda who literally busts her butt to run everything
Really? In the course of administering her father's estate, she's broken her pelvis or torn her gluteals? Wow. That's dedication.
Those smug bastards in the future can go screw thems selves what have they done for me?
Ahem, just hope my grandfather doesn't read slashdot... Not much danger in that though.
That's what you think... sonny!
At least you didn't have to go to the video store with your hearing impaired grandfather and help him buy his porn. Now that was embarrassing. The guy at the counter yelling the titles to the dirty old man while the old ladies where eying him up and down. It got worse when the clerk whispered in my ear that my grandfather had great taste in porn.
Good thing I wasn't the one who had to go through his personal effects when he passed.
Scotty will find a way.
That's why a true geek keeps all his important data on punch cards. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go rearrange my basement, the safe.
Condemnant quod non intellegunt.
It is entombed along with me in gold CD-Rs, along with my wife, secondary wives, concubines, treasure, and guards in a vast pyramid of my own design. They shall all accompany me to the afterlife.
I eat a vial with all my passwords. In my will I state that the Medical Examiner has to remove it from my gut. Every few days I pass it, wash it and swallow it again. :)
You know.. I just had this really weird vision of a medical examiner removing a glass vial from your windpipe.
"Cause of death? He choked on his passwords.."
This statement is false.
Bury me with my hard drives.
DEY DOOK AR JODS!
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