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Death

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ORIGINAL: https://brennan.day/death/

If you're reading this, I'm probably dead (or at least unable to communicate). I'm sorry you're here. This page is meant to reduce guessing and reduce work for the people I love. It is not legal advice, and it does not replace my will, if there's a conflict between this page and my will or lawyer's instructions, follow those instead.

Why this page exists: Memento Mori is something I've thought about my entire life. My fragile and temporary existence has been a constant motivation to create and push myself. I've been inspired by Japanese death poetry, the practice of preparing final words, accepting impermanence, and leaving clear instructions. The compression, the acceptance, the clarity at the end.

First 48 hours

Digital estate (accounts, devices, backups)

Websites & hosting

Self-hosted projects (homelab)

Several active projects run on my own hardware at home: fanfiction.lol, folk.zone, craft.wang, and other small sites at brennan.click, brennan.casa, brennan.page, and brennan.cafe. See /uses and the homelab guide for how these are set up.

Practicalities & subscriptions

What I'd like to happen with my work

From October 2025:

"Please do not judge me too harshly. When I die, please publish my journals. All of them. Unabridged. Even though I know there is so much boring placid writing here."

I would like my work to survive. Preserve and publish ALL of:

Nothing is too rough. Nothing is too personal. Nothing is "not good enough." The work exists for others Make it accessible. Make it permanent. There is a (currently private) repository on my GitHub labelled "meta" (https://github.com/brennanbrown/meta) and a USB drive which both contain all of the above, and are updated monthly.

Write Club

I founded Write Club in 2022 and ran it for three years, but I stepped down as President over a year ago and no longer have any say in its direction. What happens to it now is entirely out of my hands, and rightly so.

From April 2025, during my final month as President:

"Write Club is one of the only things I've ever started that feels like mine. No algorithm. No admin panel. Just people and paper and truth, shaking slightly in their hands. When I die, I want someone to take the email list and whisper poems to it instead of sending newsletters. 'Here is the new work,' they'll say. 'It's all of us. We are the work.'"

I still hope the spirit of that quote outlives me in whatever form the community takes, but that's a wish, not an instruction.

Everything Else

Editorial Guidance

You are allowed to fix typos, grammar, and obvious errors. Organize my work into coherent collections. Write introductions/forewords to contextualize my work. Decide what to publish first. Edit journals for coherence (removing only mundane tasks and repetitive material).

Do not alter my voice or meaning. Do NOT use AI to complete my unfinished works. Do not censor anything, regardless of how uncomfortable you may find it. My work is not perfect, and I am not perfect. But this is all I have to offer.

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