After I die, please delete my e-mail accountsor my inboxes will spillover with urgent messages benevolent Nigerian princes and princessesoffering me inheritances I can no longer claimeager lonely women with supermodel good lookspromising undying love and steamy nights of unbridled passionupbeat lifestyle influencers sharing dubious advicefor longevity (alas, I have missed the boat)cloud drives claiming I have exceeded storage limitshackers threatening to expose my sordid online life – again delete, delete them alluntil those annoying parasitic spammers find their own inboxes overflowing with my final protesting digital middle finger “this user cannot be found on the server”