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I've had a lot of people I love die on me. None of us are social media animals. A member of a close friend's family dies, its all Get together, be there if they need you, have some laughs, eat some food, tell - or laugh at - some old jokes, carry the coffin.
When I die, I don't want Facebook or Twitter - or GFY - to know. Or care. Death is a very personal thing. One good friend means more than 1000 pathetic, patronizing IPad shitheels.
Be there in person, or shut the fuck up.
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