Boomer humor
Even for boomer humor this has not been relevant for a full decade.
Well yeah, Boomers are the only ones who still use Facebook.
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It is indeed a fallacy. Everyone who is technologically and socially incompetent can fall victim to facebook.
Spot on since the publish date in the bottom corner is 2012.
Ill have you know, Tom was my friend on Myspace
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Guess he forgot to create a Facebook event for the funeral and invite everybody
This may sound weird but as a self professed hermit a part of me wants only my kids to know when I die. The idea of a room being filled with people because I’ve died just seems weird.
I’ve been to a funeral of a really popular person who made a ton of people happy and I’ll tell you what, the full room is better.
An empty room is sad.
Don’t make your presence noted, make your absense felt.
Oh I’m sure for the people alive a full room is better. But personally speaking I much prefer an Irish exit.
Funerals aren’t for the dead, they’re for the living.
What part of my personal opinion do y’all not understand as the opinion coming from me? I get what you’re all saying. That said, personally speaking I’d love to just die and no one bat an eye. Sneak out the back door if you would.
Now before another of you replies about why I’m wrong, again. My own personal goddamn opinion.
I’m coming to your funeral now just to piss you off
You should also write eulogy for the guy
The best thing is I’ll be dead so I’ll never know! Lol
Because, frankly, your own opinion don’t mean shit for your funeral. You’re gonna be dead.
2012, that tracks.
Always go to other people’s funerals; otherwise they won’t go to yours.
Not far from reality. My elderly dad had many ‘young female’ Facebook friends that would constantly message him. We made him very aware of scammers but he just enjoyed chatting to people and so he would befriend them but apparently not send any money. He believed they were real friends. When he passed away I made the announcement on Facebook and it was silence from most of his so called friends. Dad never wanted to believe they were real scammers, he had a good heart and was trusting of these strangers. Old folk like him are very vulnerable and need family to keep an eye on them.
All the guys at the bar, Jimmy, all the girls, they don’t show up at your wake. Not because they don’t like you, but because they never knew your last name. A month later, someone tells them, “Oh, Jimmy died.” “Jimmy who?” “Jimmy the cop.” “Oh,” they say, “him.” And all the people on the job, all the people you spent all those hours in the radio car with, the guys with their feet up on their desk, telling stories, who shorted you on the food runs, who signed your overtime slips. In the end, they’re not gonna be there either. Family, that’s it. Family, and if you’re lucky, one or two friends who are the same as family. That’s all the best of us get. Everything else is just…
Replace Facebook with steam and id imagine this is going to be me when I die
