Howard Swains recently reported in
Wired on the phenomenon of
fake online deaths. He writes:
Many online tales of death and suffering are works of complete fiction, "pseuicides" dressed up as real-life catastrophes. Some are contrived to titillate or garner attention, some result from something more serious, and some are the result of a uniquely modern psychiatric disorder known as Munchausen by internet.
And:
In two investigations between 2007 and 2009, I encountered countless examples of fake deaths in all corners of the online world. A contributor to a knitting forum, for instance, faked her death rather than provide patterns she had been commissioned to design. A member of an online art gallery discovered that the 18-year-old, gay, male, lead-singer of a rock band, with whom she had developed a close friendship before he was killed in a car crash, was actually the work of two 14-year-old girls, who had entirely invented his life. A teenage British boy broke up with his real-life girlfriend to marry a 16-year-old online friend, later discovering (on her "death") that his deceased wife-to-be was a 12-year-old fantasist who had been sending photos of her older cousin and inventing graphic details of incest and rape.
No mention of the
Kaycee Nicole Swenson case, which I thought was one of the most famous ones. Perhaps it's because Swains focuses a lot on LiveJournal examples. But overall, an interesting article.
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Aaaaaugh!!!!
*falls over dead*
*zombiefies*
Am I famous now?
And it worked. People started emailing me, wanting to meet me, even offering me work. After a few years I was starting to feel the pressure and running out of creativity. I decided the end had to come when someone was intending to fly across the Atlantic to meet me. So I killed me off.
Actually once you've created an identity like that and lived your life through them, it really hurts to contemplate their death. I used to love the attention, and it was hard giving it up and just being me. I greived for her.
But of course someone had to break the sad news of her death to the fans of my fake lady, so I switched to posting as her best friend.
No, I am not going to tell you who she was or what site I published on.