Creepy, creepy...

I’m considering a job in Iowa, and I searched match.com for women my age in the vicinity. One woman looked particularly intelligent, so I read her profile. As it happens, she’s a writer, a world traveler, and a science-fiction fan. Woo-hoo!

She mentions her first name in her profile, and her handle is the combination of her first initial and last name. So I searched for her full name and “Iowa” on Google, and found a number of pictures of this smart, vibrant woman.

That is, she was a smart, vibrant woman. All the pictures were from a funeral home. According to the obituary in the Iowa City Press-Citizen, she died of cancer in 2011.

What the hell? Is this what Iowans do for amusement?

“Daaate me, Sefton. Daaaaate meeeee!”

Match profiles don’t expire, like people do. They keep all the data live and churning so their algorithms have more to work with unless you specifically log in and deactivate your account. It’s probably been seven years or so since anybody got an email back from her. She probably ghosted a few people.

Ah, that makes sense. I didn’t realize that their profiles don’t expire. All the same, that’s a crazy policy.

I see [dead people] what you did there.

Don’t be afraid
(Come on Sefton)
We can be like they are

Facebook, LinkedIn, Blue Mountain, and others keep, er…haunting me. I get still get birthday reminders and similar notifications for a friend who died in 2008, and my mother, who died in 2013. (I actually tried to get LinkedIn to do something about it - they were a huge disappointment in that regard.)

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone

That doesn’t rhyme.

And when I die,
and when I’m gone,
There’ll still be my profile to carry on, to carry on.

(apologies to Laura Nyro)

It works if you have enough cowbell.

People are just dying to get listed on match.com.

Must have warm body and braaainz!

In a few decades, the human race may die out because all the dating sites will be full of dead people.

^ Are you insinuating the dating sites are self-aware? I don’t see James Cameron making a movie series about that. :wink:

I didn’t mean to offend anybody. So long as I have enough meat tenderizer, I’m happy to spend a magical evening with a necro-American. But seven years is a deal-breaker.

I have my standards.