Well, he said a lot more than that, but copy-pasting the whole post word-for-word feels like a lot.<\/p>\n
Here’s something you’re about to hear from me a lot; grieving for a funny person is hard<\/em>. It might be why, despite leading the charge for wanting usMy mom, my two brothers and myself.<\/span> to keep up the site…nothing much has happened so far.Well, nothing from me or my brothers, my mom is absolutely getting shit done<\/span> Don’t get me wrong, we’ve moved across states, dealt with funeral arrangements, and all those other little things you don’t really consider until someone dies…At the time of writing this, when you Google ‘what happens to your Steam account when you die’ you get hilariously, satirically, wrong information. So this<\/em> is why my collage profs didn’t want me ‘just Googling it’. <\/p>\n We’re busy, but, I’m also half-bedridden, bored, and wanting to make some sort of content. Why can’t I just sit down and get something done?\u00a0<\/em>Well, besides the obvious ‘my dad died’ <\/em>excuse, there is a bigger issue here. He was funny, and I like to think he raised me to be funny too. And grieving for someone funny is hard, especially\u00a0in public<\/em>. And I don’t know if any of you noticed this wild idea, but the internet is a pretty public place.<\/p>\n It’s one thing when Aunt Janet sees you cracking up laughing at a funeral, she’s cranky, but whatever. It’s a whole other thing to put it on the internet, forever.<\/p>\n There is a certain finesse to it, when is it time to look solemn? When is it a good time to crack your ‘he liked to write humorous content for his birthday, I hope he’s ok with my post<\/em>–humorous <\/em>content’ joke?<\/strong> Get it? Posthumous? (The answer to my rhetorical there is never, FYI. Don’t crack that joke.)<\/em><\/span> Besides, I’m not a columnist like he was. I’m at best the highly-online-nerd he was himself in his twenties. Due to the laws of the universe, he had some years on me, years he spent learning to create content for this audience<\/em>.<\/p>\n So he dropped the mic, I picked it up and looked around at his group of varied PC gamer communities…Sue me, it feels a little wrong to just lean in while we’re still planning the funeral and go ‘Hey guys…you wanna watch me…livestream The Sims 4?’ Yeah, maybe not.<\/p>\n Is it the time to mention I’m very gay? He never mentioned me much, mostly to protect me from the horrors of the internet. But, uh, I feel like if I’m going to be trying to be making content over here we should probably get that out of the way. So, hi Internet, I’m Shamus Young’s oldest child, Bay, a currently 24-year-old they\/them bisexual with two <\/em>happy life partnersBit novel, I know, but is it any shock that such a off-the-beaten-path guy raised an outside-the-box kid?<\/span><\/em> . I hope you all like rhythm games, The Sims, and Animal Crossing. I’d crack a joke about disappointing all of you like I disappointed my father, but he was actually pretty supportive, so there goes that bit, oh noooo?<\/p>\n In all seriousness, it’s been feeling like a lose-lose. Either I make content like he did and feel like I’m forever in his shadow, or I make my own stuff and ruin a legacy almost as old as myself. But truthfully, outside of a bubble of self-doubt, it’s more of a self-sufficient biome. If I make content and it doesn’t appeal to anyone, I eventually take the hint and leave it alone, letting his site stand on it’s own or with more serious reflective, content. If my content does<\/em> appeal to someone…Well, I don’t know, I suppose I…make more?<\/p>\n Happy birthday, Dad.\u00a0 Hope I do anything right by your hard work here, and, if not, that you rolling in your grave is pretty fun for you. Seems enriching, at least?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So, dad would be 51 today. 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