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How To Send Email When You're Dead
The Narrative Fallacy writes "'The Last Messages Club' is a new service that sends personal emails written prior to one's death to loved ones in the future. The messages can range from a final love letter, guidance for someone left behind, a list of instructions, details on life insurance and other financial information. 'No one likes to think about their impending "demise," but it is much better to be fully-prepared, so that there is less stress on your loved ones after you pass away,' says founder Geoff Reiss. The system works by giving each member a secure and private vault where they are able to create messages to be sent specifically to their chosen recipient. A secure process ensures that messages are only sent after at least two people appointed by the user have confirmed that you have died and other safety criteria are met. 'I thought at first that maybe it was a bit ghoulish but on consideration I think it's a great idea as it would be nice for loved ones to receive messages from me when I'm no longer here,' says a technical adviser to the company. 'It's strange really as it makes you confront your own mortality in a sense.'"
"No one likes to think about their impending demise"
Ever been married?
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Sounds just like a movie... Strange, I have a craving for Jameson Irish Whiskey.
There's http://www.youvebeenleftbehind.com/.
Really- it's not a joke.
What if you are undead? Does the email get sent?
I'm sure their assassins alert them to the fact you are dead.
Ask not for who the inbox chimes; it chimes for thee
"Sorry love, seems like I snuffed it, lol. Try 2 take care of the kidz!"
Chronologically late.
What would really be creepy is if the "Reply" button was greyed out. Or, if you hit Reply, Outlook would raise the message box: The intended recipient is not available, and never will be. If you would like to leave a thoughtful message, perhaps you should have communicated some of that when s/he was still alive.
Now, if they could guarantee getting me a posthumous FP on /. it would be worth a look. They could call it "lastfirstpost.com" or something.
Of course, you might get sent to hell for that.
I prefer rogues to imbeciles because they sometimes take a rest.
What about a last goatse-like message posted on Slashdot?
Sounds like a brilliant idea! What if laststatusupdate.com for example, changes my facebook status from single (we all know this is slashdot) to passed away.
Maybe my twitter could be along the lines of "now i'm in a better place than my parents basement".
Ok yes, it's creepy...
Some people will go to very great lengths in order to get "the last word" in on anything. If you are one of those people, this service is for you!
Something like :
"This is the mail system at host xxxxx.
I'm sorry to have to inform you that your message could not
be delivered to one or more recipients. It's attached below.
For further assistance, please send mail to postmaster. "
I get that all the time , from people who are alive , but their mailboxes have sadly passed away.
Slipping shoelaces ?
One late ./er did better than this. When Roland Piquepaille passed away, he posted a comment on his own Obituary thread.
NOW THAT'S CREEPY!
Smivs on the intertubes!
This could give a whole new meaning to 'mailer daemon'...
Be smart, help people!
What do I need this service for? I use windows, so when I pass away the malware on my computer will continue to send thousands of emails every day.
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if I'm dead, I have no secrets of my own to keep anymore, so I'd probably want my friends and family to have access to all my stuff -- ssh keys, gpg keys, porn
I can imagine it now...
Timmy: I sure miss dad.
Billy: Me too. But he left me $5,000. What'd he leave you?
Timmy: A NAS with 8 TB of porn...
There's no place like
Maybe my twitter could be along the lines of "now i'm in a better place than my parents basement".
A better plaec? Do you mean the great basement in the sky, with no entrance (so no-one bothers you), huge pizza that grows back overnight no matter how much of it you eat, and a never-ending LAN party?