Washers and driers and clothes, oh my!

Did I ever mention that I HATE HATE HATE laundry soap? It feels all gushy and gross, and then you can't get it off of your hands. That's not fun at all. I know. I had to deal with it for most of the day. Well, not most of the day, but I have been doing laundry for a lot of the day. I've also been doing my Nanovel, and I'm only 900 words behind. Mom and Dad got Shrek 2, and maybe we'll be allowed to watch it.
I think I have a chicken bone lodged in my throat. Then again, I think that every time I eat chicken, so never mind.
What would you do if you died? What about all of your friends online? If you are like me, you have a lot of people who you "talk" with on a regular basis. It seems kind of silly to have a friend/parent/brother/sister post on all of the message boards you post on to say "Sorry, Bard died." Besides, it seems kind of morbid to ask someone to do that for you anyway. What are the chances of some gigantic piece of glass falling off of a roof in a city and slicing my head clean off anyway? Not high. I still think it's going to happen to me. Blame my aunt.
I guess if I was wasting away because of some disease I could post all over the place and say "Sorry, I'm dying. See you in heaven." But what if I actually didn't die, then? Would I have to go back and say "False alarm, I'm still here."
Or what if you didn't want to have a blog, or whatever, and you posted that you were dead, but you really weren't? Then people would all be sad, but you really weren't dead. What if you decided to have another blog, or whatever. You'd have to get a new e-mail address, and account and everything.
In conclusion don't die, either really or not.