Ever helpful Google has developed a gizmo to deal with your vast digital treasure after you have gone rogue.
The Inactive Account Manager (I.A.M.) can be set to delete or distribute your files if you do not log on for a specified time – 3 months, 6 months or one year.
As part of the set-up process, you have the opportunity to write a message to the person who you designate as the recipient of all your gmail. This message is delivered after your prolonged absence from Google’s universe sets the gears in motion.
I suppose this would be a strange e-mail to write, since it will only be delivered once you have been offline for at least three months. In today’s world, that means dead, or nearly.
So what should you say?
I put this question to Trail Baboon’s Rhyming Poet Laureate, Schuyler Tyler Wyler, and he came up with a message that is carefully organized to have 14 syllables in each line, because in Egypt, the Amenti, an area west of the Nile where souls go after death, was divided in 14 parts.
I asked STW to explain this in more detail and he couldn’t. He said he read it in an unsolicited e-mail that came from a Nigerian Princess.
I’m sending this unwelcome note because I am logged out.
I trust you’ll know the reason why, and what it’s all about.
I’ve been inactive ninety days, and you know that is odd.
I might be comatose, or sick, or wind surfing with God.
I could be traveling abroad – a touring man of leisure.
Or like some old soap opera star – a victim of amnesia.
I may have lost my password or forgotten it or both.
But Google doesn’t care. For it has sworn this sacred oath:
When I fall silent ninety days the system will arise
to notify you properly and then – this grand surprise!
The Garbage I collected (that’s the “G” in “gmail”, dear)
My digital detritus – will now suddenly appear.
The messages that plagued my nights. The crap I learned to rue.
I now transfer into your care. I give it all to you!
The newsletters from NASA and my Facebook friends’ remarks.
They all belong to you today – the compliments, the snarks.
The many mails I didn’t read, the very few I did,
They’re yours forever more my love. Here’s looking at you kid.
Inactive Account Manager (it’s known as “I.A.M.”)
Has concluded I’m No Longer. That is why you’ve got my Spam.
Here’s hoping I am still on Earth and not somewhere beneath it.
At least I know I’m Free At Last From Gmail. I’ve bequeathed it!