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Okay, somebody on a phone that is logged into Poast marked his notifications read on March 31st at about 8:39PM ET. There was no login, this was an existing login and the only activity was marking notifications read. I will hold out hope and I hope you aren't right, but if there isn't an update after a few weeks I will agree with you.

I wasn't close with him like you guys were but I did enjoy him and I would often defend him against people who were bothered by his cat posting (wont name people, but I hope he feels eternal sadness for this). I will keep close tabs on this. I just wish somebody would notify us of any kind of outcome. at least with Royper his brother was able to access his desktop (I verified via steam chat). I would hate to have lost another good brother. that would be two this year and we are barely 4 months into the year :/

I have this already for people in positions where I need to be replaced, for example when I die Poast will remain online indefinitely, it will have to be scaled back which I have written guides and programs for somebody like yockey, who is my successor to do which make it super simple. Crunchbits owner has already agreed to keep Poast online in the event something happens to me until yock decides if he can continue funding with what I will leave to him, or what. The owner has told me he won't ever turn it off but I am not going to burden him with the operation cost, even if it's cut back to 1/3 like my plan will be.

I have a will. up until you reminded me to update it it gave most of what I have on this earth to my ex. I am still very upset with her but I have forgiven her in my heart but I do not believe she deserves anything from my estate, so it is being distributed to people in my life I believe deserve it, two of them probably definitely do not expect it but they stand to receive a lot.

I am ready for it because my dad was taken from me quickly, too. He had lung cancer for 5 years nearly. He was given a clear diagnosis, he beat it with treatment. a couple weeks later he had problems eating, felt bloated and then severe stomach pains. They admitted him to the hospital for 2 nights, sent him home with a gigantic jar of pain meds and a prognosis of 7-10 days. he died within 5. They had literally just delivered the bed to my parents house the day before and hooked him up to a drip. He died within minutes of me leaving to make dinner for myself. He waited until I wasn't around to let go because he was trying to hold on and be strong for me.

I am familiar with death and what it feels like to lose somebody who means everything to you, and I am familiar what it feels like to lose somebody who you might not have known well but in passing always brightened your day and I can tell you both hurt in their own unique ways.

If a woman hasn't given you children, she hasn't given you anything

Your father was the same sort of thing with my grandfather and I've had to help my father through the process becuase when my 'dad' (grandfather) died it was much of the same but I had nobody to help me. I still remember the last time I talked to my ghastly grandfather, I told him that we had to leave because my brother's dog was scaring my wife and kids and instead of killing the dog, we were going back down to the valley. He said "oh, well, I am glad you came and saw me". - We got him a HUGE sheepskin blanket to comfort him. I regret leaving despite the danger to my kids. I wish I knew him better. He picked me up when I was homeless as a kid once

You and I know age comes with sorrow and pain and 'the shit' - yet we live.

I am not discounting that, but you and I handle loss much differently as I have never been religious. I was born into an anglican family that never attended church for anything other than weddings and funerals. When I moved to the US I tried to change that, I would attend mass for Christmas eve, for example. But I've never been devout so I am not as certain in my beliefs as you are when it comes to where we go and what happens. I hope I can see my father again. I ask him every single day what he would do in my position, lord knows I have an entire library of shit to ask if I can ever see him again.

I was basically raised Roman Catholic. My ma's side of the family left Ireland over the religious bullshit like 100 years ago so thankfully I got to miss out on the later half of all the "Bloody Sunday" madness that was still going on over there when I was a kid with all the car bombs and shit. I went to Catechism and Sunday School and did the First Communion thing and all that, and then all the pedo stuff happened with the church getting exposed after all those articles in the later 90's or whatever and my family stopped going and my parents haven't been religious since, it's interesting to see the affect that had on a lot of people looking back.

my family was always bad at keeping records, we had some family photos but most of them my mom didn't want to keep. I digitized them for her and she tossed them. The photos she cherishes are on a google home in her dining room that cycles through photos from that and her phone and she's satisfied. if I asked her I don't think she could tell me what my great grandparents were involved with, even. which is unfortunate. Not due to advanced age, I genuinely don't think they ever really cared to share the info with eachother

Catholics vs Protestants has been a huge thing in Ireland for a very long time, stupid brother wars with White people killing each other over religious views and other things. I think it goes all the way back to the "Plantation of Ulster" where the Brits basically tried to colonize the native speaking Irish who spoke Gaelic in the 17th century. I think they still have a huge wall built between Northern Ireland (which is like a totally different country than regular Ireland) and the rest of the country. They used to have military checkpoints between the two sides to stop people from killing each other all the time. That song "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2 is about how the military murdered a bunch of protesting civilians in the early 70's which started the whole thing up again and kept going through the 90's when The Cranberries did that "Zombie" song about those kids getting caught up in the crossfire. There's also that movie "Michael Collins" with Liam Neeson about the start of the IRA during the Irish War of Independence and I think that takes place around the time my family left the country. Sure, it's the gay Hollywood version of events, but it's still a neat movie to get people further interested in the history.

Unfortunately, I will outlive my mom who is the only person on this planet right now I think I would lose my mind if I lost. So when she goes, I will probably be offline for a long while. I know she is going before I am, my brother doesn't really care about me. He's not been doing well, and I think he just sees me as a wallet during a down time in his life. My sister loves me but she is just so busy, I'd be surprised if she had time to even organize a funeral.

I had a friend listed as an executor of my will because I know he will outlive me even if he is worse off than I am just because he is stronger mentally than I am (I quit smoking after 20 years with sheer willpower and he still cant quit btw) but I need to find somebody I can truly trust. I don't have a lot of that. I know one person, but she's older than I am, not Canadian and I don't even know if I could make her executor of a will because she's American. so like. I don't want to put all of this on yockey but he's my best friend, he's always been and no matter what I've put on him he's always dealt with it. But then I'm left thinking, the worst thing on the planet left to do for somebody, I left to the only guy who would do anything for me"

if I had a wife, a loving family this would all be inconsequential and I wouldn't think about it. but I don't want to burden my friends with things. I want to give them parts of my life whether it be financial or things I really enjoyed that I know they'd like or whatever. Not the burden of trying to deal with remaining family members fighting over who liked me more.

I hate wills and paperwork and death and taxes and women who aren't nice to me and

When I was growing up, we more or lived hand to mouth despite both parents working 8 and 12 hour shifts respectively. They worked hard so we could have OK things, we didn't go without having some things like we were given NES a couple years after it came out, SNES a couple years after that came out, N64 a coulpe years after that came out (always on sales), we did have discount clothing. We ate the same, cheap meals a lot so my parents could always save money for birthdays and christmas. We never really went on vacations, I can count 2 mabye my entire life that I didnt pay for. When my father died he died with enough money in his bank account to cover his cremation and celebration of life, nothing more nothing less. My sister and I had to fight that bank tooth and nail to get access to it, too. Even with the certificate and us being executors of the will. 11 months it took before they finally handed it over. No interest either.

Government of Canada gives $2,500 to the estate. If the deceased party owes the government money? You get a bill instead. Thankfully my father was a truthful man.

When my mom passes, I have controlling stake in the house they own by 0.01% (33.33, 33.33 and 33.34% across 3 children) and splitting it after selling it is going to be a nightmare. I would much rather see it go to my parents grand children in the form of high interest no cost savings accounts but my brother will fight me tooth and nail for cash despite it going to majorly benefit his own children.

I hate all of this shit man. I don't want to live forever but the thought of dying and being this much of a burden on somebody makes me upset often

Yeah we weren't rich when I was growing up but we weren't poor either. We had an IBM 5150 computer so my parents wouldn't buy an NES because I think my dad thought it was just some lame kids version of a computer which we already had so I had to play NES ports on DOS. My dad had some high up position at a tool and die company that ended up making parts for Space X right before he retired so I think he made a fuckload of money off Elon. Apparently this tool and die shop was one of the only places in the USA that could press the massive sheets of steel he needed for the "Starship" model or something. I think they mostly made stuff for the Chinese before that, but I know he made a lot of money that he has stashed. 🤷🏻‍♂️

man my childhood was so cool i don't even care that we didnt have much, what we did had defined who i am. My dad somehow got a commodore 128 from somebody he knew with like 3000 5 1/4 floppies with all kinds of shit back when people were using like pentiums. I thought that was the coolest shit. my brother had a TRS-80 I have NO clue where it came from but we had some cool shit because my dad would fix electronic stuff on the side so his coworkers would bring him like VCRs and TVs and stuff. when I went to my parents house to clear it out there was I swear to god like 100 VCRs in their crawl space in various states, all organized by what was removed, they all had numbers and he had a little book he could reference. I learned everything I know (except coding shit and other obvious stuff) from that man and I am so glad I had the teacher I did

I didn't ever consider it at all until I was in my mid 30s. I spent poasts first year working building our CDN and trying to fix the up and down and up and down every day all day long while sitting beside my dad while he was dying. I slept on the couch beside him every night, woke up and back to work on poast. a lot of people don't know that, I don't share a lot of stuff like that because back then people liked to use it to try to get a rise out of me or upset me or something but when I look back on it I wouldn't want to have spent my mid 30s any other way. My mom, sister and I were with him when he passed. He knew who cared about him the most. He was loved when he left us and I am scared I won't have that when it's my time and that's also a shitty feeling