I’m getting the vaguely creepy feeling that were I to die, no one here would realize it for at least 6 months.
** i’m ** getting the vaguely creepy feeling that my roommate’s milk has gone bad and she’s still drinking it.
Here? On the SDMB? You gotta be joking. What do you mean?
Now Euty you know we love you. And if you died we would miss you. We really would.
Then we would fight over your stuff. I have dibs on all Euty’s sex toys. 
(Sorry I know it’s a bad joke but I feel I must try to cheer you up. Since that didn’t do it how about this, (o) (o) feel better now ? )
I have a vaguely creepy feeling that this thread will either resurrect/morph into/or inspire another Very Vaguely Creepy thread.
If you do die (which we hope you don’t), spiritually possess the SDMB server and post from beyond the grave. You could put the smackdown on John Edwards and win the Straight Dope a million dollars from James Randi all at the same time.
See, there’s an upside to everything. 
Euty, when the new Teemings failed to come out, we’d notice you were dead. It wouldn’t take 6 months.
-Rue. (trying to make you feel better without flashing my Man Boobies)
Hmmm
looks deep into Euty’s eyes
Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about… your mother.
What if Euty IS dead, and has been posting for the past few months from beyond the grave? :eek:
SHUDDER
I’m sure we’d notice… what with stocking up on air fresheners and everyone saying “What the heck is that smell?!?”
If you die, then I would have to take over the naked weekend morning posting. That would suck, because it’s really, really cold here.
I have that vaguely creepy “life is a big Chooose Your Own Adventures book and you just picked the wrong branch” feeling all the time.
I have this vaguely creepy feeling that all of you are only nice to me because my mom pays you to be.
Yeah well her last check bounced. So shut your pie hole. Bitch.
Eutychus55, your passing would be noticed. Not only would there be hordes of angry e-readers chanting “Where’s our Teemings, where’s our Teeemings?” with flaming torches and pitchforks outside Schloss SDMB, but Cafe Society would degenerate into “BBQ Pit, the Second Coming”, and Ukelele Ike would be sighted running screaming into the night after being “wedgied”.
T’would be the End of Days.
You would indeed be noticed if you don’t come in for daily rollcall.
Actually, considering the time differences, I could have already died by the time you read this and no one would ever know until at least December 1st.
This has been your nightly share of morbidity. Happy fuzzy bunnies.
Oh, we’d know it all right. Oh yeah. And it would suck. So don’t die, okay? Ever? We’d appreciate that. Thanks.
I have a vaguely creepy feeling that my roomate pisses while he’s in the shower.
There are worse things he could be (and probably is) doing in the shower.
Not that I’d ever do those things in the shower I share with my roommates …
Charming.
But I’ve usually seen myself in the Bela Lugosi role of Ygor, with Euty as Boris Karloff as the Monster.
That would leave me shotgunned by Basil Rathbone, while Eutychus drops into the pit of boiling sulphur.
See THE SON OF FRANKENSTEIN, Universal Studios, 1939.
Wedgies. Wedgies are for ferndocks.
You’re not allowed to die, I don’t think, so it’s a moot point.
Heck, I’d notice, and I’m a secondary character here at best.