The other day at work, I received one of those thankfully
rare, but occasionally necessary “We're saddened to have to report that so-and-so
has passed on” e-mails from one of our vendors. He was an old-timer at a
company in Arkansas, and I had never met him in person, and possibly only
spoken to him once or twice on the phone in the last ten years, and only in a
business capacity. If I had bumped into him on the street, we would not have
known each other.
So, I read the e-mail, then promptly went into my contacts
lists on my computer and phone… and deleted him.
The second thing I did was say a short prayer for his
family.
I’m not sure if the order of those two events makes me
extremely callous, or extremely practical. I prefer to think of it as
practical, but honestly, I felt like kind of a jerk when I hit the delete
button. There is no good logical reason why I should feel like a jerk, but it
happened just the same. In fact, I was really attempting to be the opposite of
a jerk by expediently deleting the deceased.
I was trying not to forget to delete him, and the only way
for me not to forget, is to do it right away. I am deathly afraid of forgetting
to delete him, because I know, somewhere in Arkansas, there is some poor
administrative assistant (“secretary,” for those of you over 60), who will
spend the next three months fielding emails and phone calls for the deceased
and having to explain why he won’t be getting back to them anytime soon. I
don’t want to be one of those accidentally uninformed people that she has to
deal with.
The situation is even worse when it is a friend or a relative
that has passed on. Obviously, the loss hits you harder, but I’m referring to the
situation with the contact deleting issue. Even though it is a loved one, you still
have the same immediate need to do it. In fact, it is because they were close to you that makes it even more important to
wipe out their contact info right away. Since they were close to you, you
obviously won’t forget they died, but if you don’t take care of the
administrative aspect of their passing posthaste, you might completely forget to
delete their contact info.
I end up feeling even more cold-hearted when my reaction to
the news of a loved one’s passing is to purge them from my electronic records.
Even though the prayers come first in that situation, erasing their contact
info is still the second thing on my list. Again, there is a good reason for
this. I am nothing if not practical, and my goal is to spare myself and others
further discomfort and mental anguish in the future. I am desperately trying to
avoid accidentally mailing or e-mailing something to the dearly departed.
I am really, really trying to avoid the incredibly awkward
situation where one of my friends’ or relatives’ family members has to get in
contact with me to make sure I know that the person died.
“Uh, Smidge, you just sent an email to Bob. You remember
that he passed away last Tuesday, right? I mean, you were at the funeral. You
gave the eulogy.”
“Uhhh… whoops. No, I didn’t forget he died. I just forgot to take him off the 'people to forward funny jokes to' list. Sorry about that.”
“Uhhh… whoops. No, I didn’t forget he died. I just forgot to take him off the 'people to forward funny jokes to' list. Sorry about that.”
Not a conversation you want to have.
The situation gets even weirder, nowadays, when the deceased
had a Facebook page. It usually falls to the next of kin to post an
announcement to make the online friends of the departed aware of the loss.
However, if the dead person had an uncrackable password, they might “live on”
forever in social media. Deleting contact info on your computer and phone is a personal
and private matter. But, what do you do publically about the fact that you are
“friends” with someone who can no longer log in?
Prudence would dictate that you “unfriend” them right away.
Good manners and feelings would dictate that you waffle on that and wait to see
what everyone else does. This leads to a lot of dead people being “friends”
with a lot of live people online for longer than everyone is comfortable with.
Facebook itself adds an extra weird dimension to it sometimes, also. I actually
received an automated notice from Facebook suggesting that I be friends with
one of my relatives who had passed away earlier in the year. Apparently he had
an uncrackable password.
Being the author of award-winning books (my kids give me awards
made out of construction paper and glitter when I publish a book), and the keyboard
jockey in charge of this column, I have quite a few friends on Facebook that I
have never actually met in person. This makes the unfriending process even more
difficult. Your relatives, who know you personally, will perceive your actions in
a different light than someone you don’t know, who might only see you as “the
callous jerk who just deleted my dead brother.” We really need a universally
adopted period of social media mourning, followed by pulling the plug, as it
were, on their page.
Possibly the best idea for dealing with the Facebook issue
came from a conversation I overheard on a plane. A nine year old boy and his
dad were sitting in the row in front of me, and I heard the kid say, “Hey dad.
When you die, I’m going to keep updating your Facebook page. I’ll write, ‘Hey,
they have wifi up here.’ That will freak people out.”
At the very least, Facebook needs a “reluctantly saying
goodbye” button. “Unfriend” just sends the wrong message in a time of grief. As
for my email contact issue, I feel bad enough when I’m deleting someone who has
died. I wish Microsoft wouldn’t pile on.
"Are you sure you want to delete this person?"
Hey pal, don't judge me. I didn't want to delete them. That
was God's call. I just need to update my records before I forget and
accidentally try to send a dead person a funny joke or a Christmas letter.
See you soon,
-Smidge
Copyright © 2012 Marc Schmatjen
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