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A new and rather poorly designed social network going by the name of Departed Life wants to make remembering dead people a new kind of internet fun, with its remembrance portal letting users set up memorials to the deceased.
Once logged in with a Facebook account, users are then able to search existing memorial pages or set up a new one. You don’t need the permission of the dead person you’re about to start stalking beyond the grave, with the site letting you stick up profiles for anyone on their behalf. It’s a bit broken, though. Trying to set up a joke page regarding the death of “Hope” led to us getting served a OAuthException error message, although it did eventually put up the pretend profile.
The concept is that users come together to “revive unforgettable moments” by posting nice things, photos memories about the person. There’s also the option to light a virtual candle in the form of a tacky animated GIF. [Departed Life via The Register]
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Is this where Second Life avatars go when they die?
LOL, that games needs to be nuked.
This is almost like the BLACK MIRROR episode that aired recently – Be Right Back, where mock avatars are made of the deceased in their voice and memories accessed to make like 80% of the person who is deceased.
Do not like.
For posterity, I’m writing the following statements. Mrs Guppy can select from the below to read at my funeral / post on my remembrance page to give it some comic irony.
Road collision:
“I’m a brilliant driver, I can’t imagine ever getting into a crash, my reactions are just too good”.
Drowning:
“Maybe it’s because I swam from such an early age, but I think I’m possibly unsinkable, like the Titanic, but not.”
Run over:
“WTF is with people that get run over? Those people are so dumb.”
OD / Drunken misadventure:
“I’m always in control. I know exactly when to quit. You won’t ever catch me taking too much and I mean that. This is possibly the most certain I’ve ever been about anything.”
Autoerotic asphyxiation:
“I believe in trying everything once, even the kinky shit. Especially the kinky shit”
Ironically, this is tragic.