I usually have a few minutes but my computer decided "No fam, I'll just let you suffer"
In beloved memory of all our unsaved works of art, scientific breakthroughs, household spreadsheets, hours of practice and every document that has been lost in the eternal nothingness of cyberspace.
Here we mourn, because we believe everything has a right to be remembered, because our digital work has no physical remnants, no body, no ashes, no dust, and therefore can only be commemorated in cyberspace itself.
Ponder here on the hours lost, contemplate on what might have been. Leave your eulogy, cry, laugh, scream and let your work be remembered for eternity.