Monday, August 19, 2013

Duvi’s Trifecta of Death

One Tuesday in August I chanced upon a program on CBC radio while driving to the dump and going on a hunter/gathering mission to Robinson’s Country Store in Dorset. The guest was talking about the evils of using a language in the workplace but others might not be able to understand. When I looked at the day’s Globe and Mail obituaries I discovered that M— S— had died. The only person who had ever tried that other language trick on me back in the 1980s when I was working on a book project for him. One down.
         Then I spotted that C— J— had died. The insurance agent who persuaded me to get a disability policy back in the 1980s which had magically vanished into thin air upon my reaching my 65th birthday … and now that I was 65 my agent had just as magically disappeared. Two down.
         Everyone knows that things like this come in syrupy threesomes so I wasn’t all that surprised for what came next. When I logged into Facebook I saw that there were three people having birthdays that day. Only two actually as two were the same person with two profiles. I had trouble wishing my first candidate a happy birthday … FB glitchery or dat ol’ debbil Mercury acting up again? … so I cut to the chase and went to one of the other people’s pages only to find that his friends were wishing him a “happy birthday in Heaven” or lamenting about how much they missed his ugly mug … E— C— had up and died on me. Three down. Or four if you count that he had two profiles.
         Problem with Cyberspace: it encourages bluster and keeps you away from whatever you should be working on!

PS When I got back to home base I found I had some poking possibilities. E— was now on offer. Along with two other long dead FB friends. Does the all knowing Facebook not know that these people are dead or are they sending me a subtle message. There is no reason to poke the dead … they are not likely going to return your pokes. BTW Holly feels I need a session of Facebook rehab.

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