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Logged into Facebook and read that I was dead. My brother had a very close friend, whom his kids called uncle, pass away. My brother's 95 year old mother-in-law posted her condolences for me. Glad I caught that before my daughter did. I'm not dead, at least I think I'm not. Interesting way to start your day.
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I'm not dead yet...
At my first duty station in Germany we had one E-6 who had been declared dead by the Army. It took him two years to get that corrected. For the two years he was dead, he did not get a normal paycheck from the Army. He had to be paid by what we call Casual pay which is an amount that would be close to what your actual pay is but not quite.
Oh, and he had been declared dead because of a motor pool accident that should have killed him but he lived.
Glad to hear from you. Wonder
who declared you dead and why? Need to check and see if this changes anything for you.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Excuse me, but all rumors of my death, I am sorry to say,
are greatly exaggerated.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Same thing happened to me...
I happened to run across a web site that tracked the students in my childhood high school, and was glancing down the names of the kids I'd known in my classes when I noticed my name and my picture from the yearbook, with a lovely obituary and a short biography that might have been mine, but wasn't. Startled by my unfortunate demise, I did what almost any corpse would do immediately, if possible, I contacted the maintainer of the web site and tactfully suggested that I might not be quite as dead as I'd been made out to be. To my relief, and to the sorrow of my namesake, it turned out that she had a very similar name, and the maintainer had been confused.
Sadly, I did notice that quite a few of my childhood friends had died, and suspect that there'd been no mistakes there. That's the trouble with getting old... Well, aside from stiff joints, swollen ankles, and a few extra pounds.
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style