It's chilling, until you stumble accross one like this:
http://www.myspace.com/aznsilkyboxers69
Where the family has spruced it up into a full-on tribute and memorial page, complete with cheesy music. I didn't understand the value of cheesy pop until I saw this one, before today I honestly thought it had no business in the world. Now I know I'm wrong, there is a place. Imagine a world where every death has a myspace page... imagine a future where every soul has a spot in the collective, unbiased memory of the internet... Like Maleficent said, it's not like they go on living through their myspace page, but it is something that they created, most of the time, and that creation, that one thing is available and easily accessible to the entire world. People won't just fade out of existence anymore, never to be remembered... like your own ancestors, who you do not know or remember. Imagine being able to go back and say, wow, that was great-great-great-grandpa Robb's page? What a dork! And instead of dusty or illegible diary entries and letters there are pictures, movies, music, comments from friends and colleagues (and enemies), and a style the irrefutably tells you something about the person in a way that only aesthetic communication can. I wonder if there's anybody out there archiving this stuff... if not, there should be. If nobody else remembers, the internet does. I know I would've gotten a kick out of seeing my great-grandpa's myspace page, if he had one.