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?"

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Slow day

[dago]

13 comments and still no citation of Linus Torvald !!!

For those who don't know it yet and want to find by themselves, please look at the linux kernel mailing list, on the 20/07/1996.

For those who want to do some karma whoring, please reply

My strategy

[ENOENT]

The sum total of my wisdom has been posted on Slashdot as "Anonymous Coward".

I am glad to have been able to share my knowledge of petrification, hot grits, and celebrities with the world.

Re:spirit in the sky?

[another_henry]

I. Hate. That. Fucking. Song.

Re:Rest In Peace

[hazem]

Thanks for writing what you wrote here.

I've been suffering from depression for the last couple of years. My clinician thinks its related to a possible diagnosis of ADHD, but it's hard to say. The good thing is that things are finally getting better.

Two things were kind of strange for me regarding suicide. I never considered it in terms of "I'm so miserable I can't take it any more." Rather, in one case, I would have momentary urges that seemed to come out of no-where. For example, I would be driving home at night and there was suddenly an urge to swerve into oncoming traffic. It was like my hand was turning the wheel before I even realized the thought was there. THAT was frightening becuase I thought about what would happen if I didn't catch myself the next time.

In the other case, the thinking often was "is this all that there is? I'm consuming resources and struggling along and for what? Is there any point in really trying anymore?"

I feel really lucky. 3 months ago I was at my worst, but in the last month or so, the weight has lifted quite a bit - I feel like I can breath again and I don't feel like I'm being pulled into the ground.

Thanks again!

Re:Rest In Peace

[Landaras]

The whole concept behind my site (Falling Grace) is that Grace falls down to meet us where we are at.

These are sister poems that I think you might like. Take care of yourself, and don't lose sight of the hope you've been given.

- Neil Wehneman

************

Fall From Grace

Break the halo
Clip the wings
Shake my fist at God

No more heart
And no more soul
No more broken parts

Your words, your empty words
Shall no longer torment me
They will choke you

As I slit your throat to end my pain
This vision will change
But only because blood obscures it

My mind has fallen
And my spirit's falling
From grace

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Spread Fallen Wing

The fall has been complete
Feathers float away
Blown by a breeze as formless as my life
While clipped wings cover my forsaken form

A broken halo my crown of thorns
The connection has been sundered
Ripped apart by the tantrum of a child
Not yet fully born

And so with my last bit of strength
And my last ounce of will
I unclench my fist and raise my bloodied hand
To beg my father for one last inheritance

Let me have one final chance for all
Let me return to what I once knew
Let me spread fallen wing
Let me know that grace truly falls down

Re:Rest In Peace

[Landaras]

I'm glad things are getting better. I would recommend that you do get into counseling just because there is rarely just a clinical / medical aspect to depression. Also, a lot of your relationships have probably suffered over the years, and you might want to get some help with how to repair them.

Just speaking from experience.

As to your sig, don't worry about having something depressed up as long as you're honest with how you feel. I can't stand people who put up a happy shiny bullshit appearance when in fact they know things are horribly, horribly wrong.

Take care of yourself.

- Neil Wehneman