Can I Have teh Obits Page, Darling?

I'm an Obituary Hound. In real, I always turn to the Obits in the paper I'm reading. Personally I liek teh Daily Telegraph's in real.

My question (or proposal) is to ask you to write someone else's in SL (or your own, although THAT is a Jigulation - a little self-inverted). This can be used if someone decides it's "time to go", or it can be regarded as an "entertainment" of sorts. In real, my friends and I do this sorta thing. It's a bit ghoulish.

Please don't take offence at THIS thread. Please.

PS. If some people get repeat obits that's fine. Don't get too reverent and I think you could even get personal. Obits writers do.

The spelling mistake in title really was a mistake - I swear!

My guess is that the vast majority of the people who leave SL are out simply because they're sick of it... So, leaving behind a testimony is probably something they'd opt not to do. But, what people have expressed their "goodbye" have often posted here in the forums, their own personal blogs, or across the street in SLU. Since there are so many different outlets of social contact, it's very difficult to funnel all of this into a single page to read. (>_<

Consider how many people are aware of any one blog over the other. There are many people that don't even know the forums exist. For that matter, the Linden Lab Blog. (>_<

Surely, it's not impossible... But it would be a daunting challenge to get something like that with a broad audience of readership ~and~ more than one update a month. (^_^)y

ibtl

Jig's dead. 'Nuff said.

I think what you're after here is something like a speech at a roast, right? Your thread title may mislead folks. Maybe you should start the ball rolling, Jig, by doing one yourself for someone.

For anyone who comes to this thread wanting a pointer to places in SL that do obits/memorials for folks who have actually passed away, here's one:
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Okay, here goes. I'll add to it. But here's what I mean

Pserendipity Daniels was an avatar of his generation. Born in December 2006, he left 6798 posts to his credit. Daniels fought hard to restore his good name when he was involved in what became known as "The Hangout Sandal" in Sepember 2007. At that time, he denied having any association with Scylla Rhiadra who, even today, flies a pair of "Pep's Pants" over her estate.

"Pep" (as he was known to his enemies and few fiends (sic)) grew up with many alts in his Welsh Methodist home. His mother was the well-known actress, Eva Bucket and his father the Bishop of LlanGollyGumDrop. A prodigeous big-head, Daniels went on to study at Hot Girls College, OxBridge, before setting out on a career of educating the Upper Middle Classes in Sin-Tax and verbage. He was a popular Master at "Haveat Yew Academy" where he taught and often throttled the infamous Jig Chippewa. The "Thinking Man's Bit of Crumpet" speaks fondly of "teh silly old bastard" as "a father to me, in more ways than one."

Pep never ARed anyone important. He bored people to death instead. He often referred to his real family as "The Devils Incarnate" and laughingly referred to his wife's cooking as "better than most turnip stews." His children enjoyed his witticisms at their expense ...

Caught in Fragrant Delecte with a local shemale, an outraged and jealous lover froze the "Brain of Wales" (5th Edition) to the spot. Pep's final words were "Watch out, you scruffy excuse for a human! I'm apologising just like Jig does!"


Like that, see?

Yes, but HOW did he die???

(PS. Now what would I be doing with a pair of Pep's pants????)

Wait till I get to the end, soemtimes tomorrow.

Hey, I like that Zapatero! Watch it tho' - you're so sharp, you'll cut yourself.

Jumpman Lane will be remembered by all who knew him. Famous for his witty lexicon of ghetto-speak and tardy bling, Jumpy, as his friends called him, is preceded in death by the English Language and several hos. Editor and sole subscriber to Slut Magazine, Jumpman also erected the 2009 Strip Off Invitational: Ho Show F'Sho, which was a massive, strong pillar of its community that throbbed with excitement at every flashy moment. Lane passed suddenly after an unexplained overdose of penicillin. Jumpman will be mourned by his bevy of sluts and hos, as well as the jewelry merchants around the grid. In lieu of tardy flowers, please donate to the Jumpman Ho Uneducation Foundation.

An obit? I dunno - never tried that before. I must admit that hours of fun have been had amongst my friends and I, discussing our chosen headstone inscriptions. I came up with, "Beneath my body, a fortune in gold coins is buried".

Alvaro Zapatero...

He never realized his potential

in finding a really cool username.

Mine would have something "finally my own place."

famous last words: oops

and while I'm at it, please do play "Highway to H*ll" on my funeral service.

MY wife says she wants to dance on my grave . . .

Pep ( . . . so I have arranged to be buried at sea! )

PS You know how difficult it is to find good men's footwear in SL, so I am very interested in this "Hangout Sandal" Jig mentions. )

Choked on the silent p in banana.

Pep (Is *that* where I left them . . . )

OMG...my Laugh Out Loud for the day!!!

It will be one long line ass conga-line, no doubt.

The Linden Memorial. The flower garden is really nice in a sad but peaceful kind of way. The candle beach as well.

Old animators, like old soldiers, never die. They just fade away...as the animation runs slower and slower.... into eternal laaaggggg.

Pep, on the other hand, will be cast into an eternal loop, doing the hokey-kokey.

This was meant to be a funny thread Deira. You're starting to sound Celtic.

Who do you think you are? Enya?

. . . plunging to their briny deaths . . .

Pep ( . . . but you obviously didn't read to the end of the sentence; excellent!!! )

Although I am better now, I used to be an accountant . . .

Pep ( . . . so my heart will stop ticking. )

PS For an explanation, please apply in person.

What do accountants actually DO? I have paid for them for years and I still am fuddled when I think of all the times I stare at the sheets they hand me and think to myself, "I coulda done this and no one would be the wiser."

And they all have that smarmy look when they ask for a receipt that you lost in that hotel in Calgary and now you can't claim on it. Or they go, "Miss ******, it only takes a minute to open a folder and slip the invoices inside. Tsk tsk tsk"

And they actually SAY "tisk tisk tisk"

OR they love to point out to the chuckles of their chums who look on, "desptie evidence to the contrary Miss ****, I am not the Bank of England, but YOU are spending like Princess Di."

Well, what else would YOU have done with these????



As for the reason I had them, Pep thought it would be enormously amusing to bring his laundry to me for a washing. Of course, I refused. The entire pile was redolent of the stench of leeks.