Digital Legacy Creation Gifts

"Some fine day, my son, all this will be yours."

"I'll never forget you."

"There's no money in your uncle's will. You are, however, directed to maintain his 5 cats and Facebook account."

"New money, Bobby, is old money that got away."

'Someday, Son, all this will be your ex-wife's.'

A family reunion that warms them to their very core.

'As you know, your father liked the sport of Boxing...'

"Harold died happy knowing he gained a certain immortality through social media."

Psychiatry. My dad doesn't appreciate how hard it is to follow in his footsteps

Made It! Without getting one tattoo.

'This is really going to tarnish his legacy, Al.'

'For those with particularly ungrateful children,the inheritance tax can be a comfort.'

"One day son, all this will probably belong to some little floozy you'll marry."

"It's up to you to keep the dream alive."

The only time you are actually too old to follow your dreams.

'Look around Dad. This was once all yours...'

'A role model? Yes, I suppose he was. Everywhere he went, people would say 'That's Bill Fenton... You don't want to be that guy!''

"Sure, e-mail is faster . . . but I miss biting the mailman!"

'Do you have a spot close to Bob Hope?'

'I'm very proud of what he achieved during his life.'

RIP Salvador Dali 1904-1989

Touch screen for bio.

"One fine day my son, this will all be yours!"

"Oh, come on, you must want to be remembered for something!"

"I'm guessing with all that mold coming out of your computer, it's been awhile since you've added fresh content to your site."

"Without a Facebook presence there's no evidence that you ever existed."

'I'm making sure my self-inflated Wikipedia entry corresponds to my self-inflated Facebook profile.'

"You're not going to believe this, but some of them are making computer games of their OWN!"

"Nobody knows your dead on the Internet."

Death Online

"His last words were 'tag, you're it.'"

Yep, lookee there. You made yet another vine.

"It was a dark and stormy life. . ."

Man talking to his psychologist. 'I'm worried that my Facebook friends will find out about my MySpace friends.'

You did what? I posted your last will and testament on all the social networks. Now everyone knows you left your feminine hygiene products to the Smithsonian. Why would you do that you @#$%^?! Ugly picture taken. Posting to Facebook … now. Well-played, cretin.