Friday essay: How can the dead send us emails? The ethical dilemma of digital souls
Did you hear me? I’m at your house. Clean your fucking attic!!! — Jack Froese Jack Froese had been a close friend of Hart’s since their teens. A few months earlier Froese and Hart had been up in Hart’s attic at his home in Dunmore, Pennsylvania. Jack had teased him then about how messy it was; now, it seemed, he was doing it again. Except Jack was dead. That June, Froese had died suddenly of a heart arrhythmia, at the obscenely young age of 32. Months later, he started emailing people. Those who replied to these emails never got a response, and the messages stopped as abruptly as they...
Source: theconversation.com