Whether you want to or not, you will live forever.
Well, maybe not your entire being, but a portion of yourself will be present on the planet for decades after you kick the bucket. The portion of your being that receives mail.
That's right, I'm referring to junk mail. Yesterday, a relative that has been departed from this planet for thirty years, received a piece of junk mail. It's was from a charity looking for donations and here is how the letter began:
How are you? We have not heard from you in awhile and hope that all is well in your life..."
Then the letter went on to ask for money, etc...
I about laughed myself silly. Uhm... perhaps the thirty year absence should have indicated that something was wrong.
I find the whole thing disturbing and annoying, but also in a weird way comforting. In the future, my great, great grand whatevers can say, "Hey look. The Wall Street Journal wants Adrianne to subscribe."