My wife’s dying breath, as I put the pillow over her face, was “be happy, which you will be, now that you have more time for cybersecurity”.
I will miss her, but not enough to interfere with my ability to meet your cybersecurity needs, 24/7.
Every cloud has a silver lining. With the wife dead, you have more time to spend working on cybersecurity instead of shopping for Valentine’s and birthday gifts. Date night is now Patch night.
This is so sad. I’m going to go home right now, give my wife a big hug, and tell her that she is slightly more important to me than corporate cyber security.
It is very dystopian.
But try to remember that people in grief do a lot of weird stuff. Try not to be too hard on this guy.
He is in a situation where he is both looking for work and grieving. Pretty bad situation.
Made me think of Bruce Dawson, who lost his wife and kinda retired:
https://randomascii.wordpress.com/2024/10/01/life-death-and-retirement/He could have given it a little more time, instead of the 12ish suggested by the wording.
There’s no wrong way to grieve. I mean, I personally wouldn’t do this, but that doesn’t make it wrong.
Again, people do weird shit in grief, and losing a spouse is a special kind of hell.
Yep. The longer I have been with my wife, the worse TV shows make me feel when spouses die and one is left all alone.
I think I would lose myself almost completely for a long time if it happened to me.
When I was younger I did not understand how people could die of grief after losing a loved one. I do now. I have been with my wife for over 10 years, we have a great bond and share everything. I would survive, but I can only imagine that bond after 30-40 or even 50, 60, 70 years.
Or he’s an egocentric that can only think of himself when his wife died
Even Eve shed tears when she heard our stories.
She held the encrypted passkey to my heart
She was my perimeter, my DMZ, my only endpoint…
What a loser. Embedded systems engineering was my everlasting light and love long before I met my wife, and it shall outlive her frail form for far longer than she shall surely ever know.
Even in death, I must still stoke the dying fire of capitalism.
Your title was so good i was waiting for the punchline the whole time.
Still waiting…
WTF!?
