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

:kiss:

how else is one supposed to live on into infamy?

Massive killing spree, but I really think I would look terrible in those prison jumpsuits....and I can't kill a spider.
 
Massive killing spree, but I really think I would look terrible in those prison jumpsuits....and I can't kill a spider.

that's why you trade the killing for a massive loving spree.

That's what I pay you for...you're going to talk me up every chance you get when Im gone. :heart::kiss::kiss::kiss::kiss::kiss::kiss:

only because you are amazing. when the words pass, you will still be there.
 
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.

LOL! :D:D:D:D:D:D
 
I have no plan exactly, but I have enough cross over between offline life and here, so I am sure someone will let Lit know.
 
Lit would not survive the party...,

;)

So I will just die when it is time.

I'll have someone email Wat and he can tell anyone who we like, but that is a shrinking list of people.



Just have them email me your password and I'll continue to post as you.


It'll be the first case of an alt taking over it's person.


We'll outlive the board . . . .
 
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.
Fucking beautiful, bro.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/foxkitsune/0da87c65-8498-4b32-ada5-e18dbf42e61f_zpsmooi1cvd.gif
 
:kiss: you know I think your face should be immortalised. :kiss:

for me it's not the dieing, it's the route to that point. Death and nothingness seem not the worst option I think over life delivering no joy nor contentment anymore.

You are crazy. :heart:

My worst fear: getting old..
 
My contingency plan to let everyone know when I die is to permanently stop posting or responding to PMs or e-mails. Just wait the customary seven years before declaring me dead, I guess.

I don't want to ever die..

You're still alive, so, so far, so good.
 
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