Um… nooo… I have a list of “people to notify upon demise” posted right beside my computer so anyone with eyes can find it. Did that after my aunts death last year. 
While I was in college, it could easily have been a month before anybody showed up to look for my corpse.
The people at school wouldn’t have cared. My family was used to only getting emails from me every couple of weeks. My neighbors probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to the smell of decay.
The apartment manager would eventually drop by to ask about the rent, but that could take a month, depending on the date of death.
Doesn’t matter, I’m dead.
Shortest time- Mr Lissar is sitting ten feet away from me, reading. So about ten seconds.
Longest- well, if I’m killed quietly during my sleep, they’d still have to climb over him, so probably he’d get them before I got stabbed/poisoned/strangled/whatever. But if they managed not to wake him up, he’d probably notice tomorrow morning. So, ten hours. This is assuming that he doesn’t kill me. Let us hope.
With Drachillix Doping at his computer desk, set up next to mine, he would notice instantly if I were murdered.
But if he was playing Neveron or MechCommander, it might be a few hours before he looked up…
Today, I’d be found in 4 hours or so – everyone’s on a half-day schedule because of our impending hurricane, so my husband and kids will be home around noonish. Most workdays you’d have a clear 7 hour head start before the kids get off the schoolbus and find my lifeless carcass.
About 7 hours, till my daughter woke up and found me. If she was away, then 3 days or so. Work would want to know why I missed my class, my friends would wonder why I didn’t turn up to whatever I was supposed to be doing with them, my football team would wonder why I didn’t turn up to play, whoever was looking after my daughter would wonder why I wasn’t calling her, online friends would see that I wasn’t signed on, and eventually someone would come down (I don’t live very near any of my friends, so they’d have to be really worried).
Why would anyone want to kill me…? Sheesh, you’ve put me on this horrible mental trip! How am I gonna sleep tonight?
IF… and I mean if someone offed me right now, it’d take about a minute for my hunny bunny to find me sprawled in front of the computer. He’s a very aware fellow and would wonder why I’m not clacking away on the keyboard or answering his questions, or responding to him in general. He loves me soooooo!
Come to think of it, he’d notice if someone else was in the house…
hmmm…
He’d not let the stranger off me, because he’s so darned aware. Well, THAT’S a comfort! Whew! OK, I can sleep now…
Maybe dreams do come true. I’ve always had this dream that someone shoots me in the back of the head and I lie starring into a pool of blood. I know it’s morbid, but I take great meaning in this dream.
Anyway, I think murder would be a strong word to describe my death. Mercy killing, assisted suicide, a justice would prolly be more appropriate. Death would me so much sweeter than this cold hard life which we must endure. Damn, I’m spouting my depression to the board again. Guess it’s my way of getting by.
However, if I was optimistic regarding the question. I would want to be murdered doing something heroic or sacrificing myself to save another. I guess this would give meaning to something that has meant so little to so few.
P.S. Don’t mix Dayquil and wine together. The result is a person who’s drunken persiflage becomes self-destructive. Ok bye-bye.
The question is only to see how connected you are with the physical world. If you are reading the thread and responding to it you are connected here but what about the physical world around you?
It would be about 3 hours until my wife gets home from work. When she walks in the door, the smell of the fresh paintwork will disguise the fact that dinner is not being cooked. Then, when she arrives in the kitchen and sees dinner is not in the oven the sh*t will hit the fan 
That’s when she’ll come looking for me to give me a good ticking off- and there is my body slumped over the computer. She’ll have to move me so she can check her e-mails then after she’s had something to eat, she’ll call the police…perhaps. :eek:
V