Your photo. Post. Comment. They do not die with you.
More, they do get more publicity ( and/or fame) after your death. They are evidence for who you were. Yesterday Robin Willimas who used to make us laugh passed away and today all know his social media post on Facebook and Instagram. His last tweet was shown in almost all news all over the world.
You have at least 2 common features with him: you’ll die one day and you left your post in social media.
Everyone in the net has his audience: large or just a few people. But social media makes life of everyone public. We do not have pictures in photo albums to show families and close friends. We create photo galleries which are shared with almost everyone and everywhere in the net.
We leave traces behind – posts, comments, pictures. When we pass away, they are still alive. They tell who we were, what we liked, etc. A story by our best friend loses against this information which we produce about ourselves in social media.
People claim that we are alive till others remember about us. Today is something else – social media memory like a black box – a life recorder. There are kept our words and pictures which can be re-viewed many times. It can be also both first and last impression we leave in some minds.
Yes, social media lets us start a lot of contacts and at least we meet different people virtually, but… sometimes they show so clearly that we can die with people around: the worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel alone (Robin Williams). So, they do not offer intimacy and friendship.
For me a story by a true friend is the most crucial. More important that this one which we consciously ( or unconsciously) create about ourselves in social media. But let’s be honest, my obituary has been writing all the time in social media. Like yours.