Myrtle is feeling old and doesn’t trust Herman to write her obituary. So she turned to AI. Now she wonders, is AI following her Instagram?
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Myrtle, a passionate and adventurous individual who touched the lives of all who knew her. Myrtle was an unpublished writer with a love for words and a talent for storytelling. She poured her heart and soul into every piece she wrote, and her words will continue to inspire and move readers for years to come.
In addition to her love for writing, Myrtle was also an avid outdoors enthusiast. She spent many years climbing mountains and exploring the world, always seeking out new adventures and challenges.
Despite her many accomplishments and passions, Myrtle will be remembered most for her kind and generous spirit. She was always there for her loved ones, offering support and encouragement whenever it was needed.
Myrtle leaves behind a hungry husband, a lonely grandson, and two ferocious cats who will miss her dearly. She will be deeply missed by all who knew her, but her memory will live on in the hearts of those she leaves behind.
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Haha! Myrtle should write a blog, then she could call herself published.
But then Herman screams, “ Myrle, Myrle… where are you? Someone is here for you.” He couldn’t believe that Myrtle was really gone. He doesn’t believe in AI.
Lo and behold, it was an angel.
“ I came to bring Myrtle back”, she said.” Her fans made a huge protest that they want Myrtle back, Myrtle must finish her unfinished, unpublished work done before she can claim….
And then the angel opened her humongous wings and dropped Myrtle. Herman was awestruck and as he touched her face Myrtle opened her eyes and the first thing she said, “ There is some leftover pot pie in the refrigerator.”
Her fans got the news and brought all kinds of goodies. There was a huge feast.
Love it, Marjorie!