¿Dónde va tu vida virtual si mueres?

Mientras me lavaba los dientes me ha asaltado una de esas preguntas extrañas pero muy importantes hoy en día, y que da título a esta entrada: Y si te mueres de repente, ¿qué pasa con tu vida virtual?
Me explico.
Si eres una persona responsable, tu contraseña no será tu fecha de cumpleaños, ni el nombre de tu perro, ni nada similar. Y tampoco se la habrás dicho a nadie. Entonces, si te murieras de golpe, nadie conocería esa contraseña y no podrían cerrar cuentas de correo, Facebook, flickr, MSN, Twitter, Google, y tantas otras.
¿Deberíamos darle esa contraseña a alguien de quien nos fiemos de por vida? Siempre he sido partidario de que tu cónyuge, pareja o similar no conozca tus claves -no vaya a ser que descubra que le pones los cuernos-, así que quizá el padre, o la madre, o un amigo muy cercano que no se vaya a enamorar de tu actual pareja, o…
Es difícil decidir. Y después de eso, la persona debe aceptar todas las responsabilidades que conlleva: guardar un papelito donde sólo aparezca la contraseña, recordar qué es ese papelito, cambiarlo por otro cada vez que dicha persona cambie la contraseña, esconderlo en un lugar seguro y lejos de las manos de cualquiera (incluidos cónyuges), etc.
La verdad es que no me parece fácil ni trivial. Está claro que si no hay dinero ni propiedades de por medio no es muy grave, pero si alguien se hace pasar por un familiar tuyo muerto, la puede liar bien gorda.

¿Qué pensáis sobre esto?

Common People

Por primera vez en mi vida, me he fijado en la letra de Common People, una canción famosísima de Pulp de 1995.
La verdad es que es un temazo.

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."

Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people...