Mourning a Lost Brother Through His Skyrim Avatar

Via Reddit, here's a very poignant tribute told in images, of a young man who died far too early, and the family member who remembers him by logging into the world of Skyrim, the game he loved so much: "I never move his character, save, or do anything since it wouldn't be his character anymore. He is frozen in time just like my young brother was." Reminds me of the gamer who races with his dead father's race car avatar, or from Second Life, the husband avatar that her widow made.

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[Iggy]

This happens constantly on social media when an account for a deceased person allows posting without approval.

I lost a dear friend in a motorcycle accident in October, 2013. Steve's Facebook page is quite a shrine for all his friends still in mourning, and it's a testimony to his popularity that old girlfriends, one ex-wife, one would-be wife, and lots of teary-eyed wanna-be girlfriends group-hug each other, to this day, over how great he was. It's the virtual and social version of visiting the tomb stone.

I went back to Steve's FB page on the anniversary of his death last year, to check what our last words were. I had ribbed him about giving up his Italian beauty of a bike (Moto Guzzi) for a British tart (a Triumph), the bike that killed him. He, never one for political correctness, said he was acting like a typical Italian husband, and he would only have a fling with the Brit.

Steve, an atheist, member of my gaming circle, and general "character," must be scratching his head somewhere (since I do believe in an afterlife) and saying "hah hah" to his male buddies down here on this ball of mud.