Do you have a contingency plan in place to let Litsters know of your death?

I have asked Fata to delicately disclose the news of my passing by way of a short, poignant verse, posted in her Snow And Dirty Rain thread. The poem will be at her discretion, I only asked that she keep a three metaphor limit.

Fata will know of my death because I have arranged to have my remains scattered about the land of her wee cottage, where I will feel the soft drum of Pippin’s beans as he bounds about, and enjoy the occasional posthumous passage or prose read aloud by Fata herself, as she sips hot, strong tea in her garden, a hardcover propped open in her lap.

Naturally, due to Fata’s love of things macabre and gory, I will not be cremated.

Naturally, I'll handle the arrangements. :)
 
Naturally, I'll handle the arrangements. :)

When (FSM Forbid) you pass, I hope you've made arrangements to have your ax sent to the GB Museum for enshrinement.

There's a place on the wall right next to that guy from Texas's (FGB... FBG..??) sybian.
 
When (FSM Forbid) you pass, I hope you've made arrangements to have your ax sent to the GB Museum for enshrinement.

There's a place on the wall right next to that guy from Texas's (FGB... FBG..??) sybian.

Laurel has been instructed upon notification of my demise to look for it at a southwest Texas Walmart. If she can remove it from Eyer's rotting skull, she can have it.
 
It's something I was seriously thinking about last week. The plan is more or less this: I'm going to leave a message for my next of kin to email one person here and that person can do the rest. The same process (with other contacts) for other bits of the net.

My identity is fragmented and compartmentalised enough across the net that it'd take somebody unhealthily determined to find everywhere I've been or everyone I've contacted.
 
Gravyrug would be the first Literotican (who still posts here) to learn of my death. Neither of us would have probably guessed that it would come down to that, but our personal connections point towards it being the most likely - assuming he feels comfortable doing so, of course. :heart:

Is he the reason for your eight year hiatus, too?

If he has you somewhere tied up and gagged, being held against your will, just give a knowing wink. We will send help.
 
Okay, my new contingency plan is now in place.

I shot myself in the head today. I am now dead.

Any further postings are by my ambiguous ghost.
 
That's awfully big of you.

When I die, I'm sure someone will make a thread here.

If not, it'l be on CNN.

At this point in life, my one remaining concern is that my death not be posted on the WTF subreddit.
 
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