After I die, please delete my e-mail accounts
or my inboxes will spillover with urgent messages

benevolent Nigerian princes and princesses
offering me inheritances I can no longer claim
eager lonely women with supermodel good looks
promising undying love and steamy nights of unbridled passion
upbeat lifestyle influencers sharing dubious advice
for longevity (alas, I have missed the boat)
cloud drives claiming I have exceeded storage limits
hackers threatening to expose my online indiscretions

delete, delete them all
until those annoying parasitic spammers
find their own inboxes overflowing
with my final protesting digital middle finger

“this user cannot be found on the server”