Via another blog, I learned about the website "Dead Man's Switch." Inspired by fail-safe switches that function in the event of operator death, this website allows you to write emails, which are then encrypted and stored. If you go a user-specified amount of time without replying to emails from the website, your email is sent out.
I thought about this yesterday, and really tried to think about what I would want sent about sixty days after my passing (likely from a SweetTart overdose). Obviously, one to my family telling them that I love them. One to any married couples I know, bringing them a message from the afterlife, that they should name their child(ren) after me. And one to like eight or nine different girls telling them that I have always loved them and them alone, but that they should never mention the email to anyone ever.
That's all well and good, but then I thought of it - a buried treasure email to all my friends. Now, those of you reading this blog would know it was a fake, but other people wouldn't - you're in on the joke! Here's a sample of what it may or may not look like:
"On the day of the summer solstice in the year after my passing, you must go to my home town. Find the home that saw me thrown out, ninety feet from a place I didn't see often enough. From that home, follow the iron rails away from the Purple Martin, walking for the square of my 1992 number steps. Then, take ten paces toward the noon sun and dig. There you will find a treasure beyond repair."
That is, of course a rough draft. Anyone who falls for it will end up digging, hopefully for hours in the hot sun, looking for a treasure that doesn't exist. That's what they deserve for not reading this blog. It's a fake! It's all a fake!
(Or is it?)
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