Yesterday on Facebook, I saw a friend’s status update about someone that had passed away that day or the day before. She seemed shocked by the news, and curiosity got the better of me, so I clicked on the deceased person’s name and went to her wall.

It was a blogger that I had never heard of or read before, but judging from all of the posts on her fan page’s wall, she was loved by many. It was touching to read their words about how sweet and funny she was, and how much she’ll be missed.

It got me thinking of my own mortality, of course, and I kept scrolling until I found the first status from the blogger’s daughter, posting as the fan page, announcing that her mother had died suddenly (but not saying how) and asking for peace for the family.

Of course, I was torn up for the family and her friends (both real and virtual) that were obviously in shock. But also? Honestly, it made me want to know how she had died. And it made me think…I almost felt like I should have a plan in place in case something should happen to me. If I died, would my family be able to “make an announcement”? Would readers see snippets from my family and friends and wonder if it was a joke, and what had happened to me? Does it even matter?

I put my thoughts here, share my pictures, both to keep the memories alive and recorded for generations, and to make connections with strangers that I’d otherwise never “meet”. If one of the people that I’ve come to call a friend but have only met online died suddenly, I’d be just as hurt and heartbroken as if it had been a childhood friend.

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook when it comes to learning everyone’s business as soon as it happens. When my brother died, I got a Facebook message from a family friend that was based on a miscommunication and sent me into a tailspin. At that point, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THAT HE WAS DEAD. Thank you, Facebook, for the ability to instantly talk to people in the middle of a tragedy before they even know that the tragedy has occurred.

Every once in a while, usually on his birthday, I’ll visit my brother’s Facebook page and see if anything has been added. What good comes from this? Absolutely nothing. I already know that he was loved, that he’s missed by many. Why do I feel the need to read more words about how he’s gone too soon? Quite literally, morbid curiosity. Are people still thinking about him as much as I do? Enough time has passed that he rarely comes up in conversation, and Facebook is the one way I can see the proof that people (other than close family) still miss him.

I’m often extremely grateful that my first husband wasn’t on Facebook when he died. I’ve seen his MySpace page a few times in the last six years, but at this point, it’s too much work to try to remember even how to log in to MySpace (or find out if I even could). And I’m thankful for that. Truly. I don’t think I could bear to see his name pop up in my feed more than it already does (which is always, ALWAYS a shock to my senses).

What’s the right thing to do when someone important to you dies? Do you take down their Facebook page? Is it even possible? Do you leave it up for the people that find comfort in sending virtual messages to the Great Beyond? Or for yourself, to read those messages of love to the person that you miss so much?

And when will Social Media management become a part of one’s pre-ordered funeral arrangements?

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