I died yesterday.
I know this because the internet told me so.
Actually my own blog told me.
As I’m sure many of you do, I occasionally check my blog stats. The plug-in I use includes a section that gives me the search results that someone used to find my blog. Yesterday, three rather curious searches showed up within a few hours. Two people on separate computers searched for “dale roe death” while a third searched for “the death of dale roe.”
Now this was a little disconcerting to say the least. When you think about dying you think that…well, that you’d be the first to know. Or at least right up near the top.
But no, it seems that I was, at best, the fifth to find out this disturbing news.
Further investigation revealed that a gentleman by the name of Dale Roe, who was the Athletic Director of a high school in Viginia, was the one that passed away.
2 thoughts on “How I Learned of My Own Death”
what a relief, i thought maybe your dog was using the keyboard in your absence, or that the internet now reached to heaven ( a ghastly thought)
you have risen.
weird coincidence, I posted a quote by someone named Lazarus on my blog. and I come here and find you dead, but also alive.
Netchick is neither, some sort of electronic Zombie