I was thinking tonight ... I've already come to terms that I'll likely die in solitude. And, I was thinking: I want to be forgotten. So I started going into my accounts' inactvity settings so I could have my profiles delete themselves automatically: Twitter, Google, Facebook, Apple, Amazon. I'd already come to terms with that as my bow-out -- 15 months after my passing.

And, then I came to the part of granting someone permission to request my account deleted and who would submit notice of my passing. I couldn't think of anyone. My parents, maybe, but I hope they don't have to be the ones to outlive me.

I'd be missed. Who'd take care of my dog, Mister Pringles?

But, I couldn't think of anybody I could trust wouldn't mind or not think it inappropriate that they'd been elected. Even if you were still in my life, we're either blocked or not connected on in any of those, so there's nothing to type into that prompt.

I couldn't think of anybody, sweetie. I miss you so much. If you should happen to, on some level, grieve, then don't. I don't even think that this sorry state of of affairs is altogether sad, and at the moment, I presume you won't care or possibly even be notified that I died.