The Day Facebook Killed Me.

This is the tale of how I died.
It was in November, because I had just voted in the presidential election. This little window popped up at the top of my Facebook account saying, “We hope people who love Mercedes will find comfort in the things others share to remember and celebrate her life.”
Well. I guess I’m dead.
It was a massive glitch that affected quite a few people and Facebook fixed it shortly with an apology. Some people thought it was pretty funny. Others were horrified. I made sure that I called my parents and let them know everything was fine before the deluge of phone calls buried them. I interact with so many people online that if I’m gone for more than a day or two, I’m bombarded with so many well-meaning”Are you okay?” messages I can’t crawl out from under them.
Remember me fondly on Facebook, friends.

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