Humor in Dying and the Affidavit of Death
You never know who you will touch with your words when you write online, but you can bet it will probably be a person who is alive. An agent in my office yesterday asked how I can be “everywhere online,” and he asked if I spend a lot of time in front of the computer. Not really. I write a blog every day about what I do as a Sacramento real estate agent. I’ve written other articles online that stay there and continue to be read by people day after day and year after year. Like I reminded the agent in my office yesterday, I was sitting on top of a desk talking to him. I was not at my computer.
That’s the beauty of writing online. People will read articles long after they are written. I also write a homebuying newsletter that I send out every week to my subscriber base. I can’t tell you how many people subscribe to it because it’s confidential information that About.com won’t let me divulge, but let’s just say it’s a good thing I don’t have to maintain nor update that database of subscribers.
I often highlight a new article I’ve written in my newsletter. Most of the time, I never hear anything from anybody, but the article I wrote about an Affidavit of Death generated a lot of emails (positive, thank goodness). First, I must admit that it is a humor piece. It starts out pretty serious, and then it heads into a different direction, one that I hope tickles. It might take you a little while to figure out that it is one huge parody. Real estate agents in particular find it amusing. It was a real estate agent who initially asked me about an Affidavit of Death as a marketing tool and prompted the article.
I’ve had people ask if the agent who initially wrote to me had responded to this article, and yes, she did. She changed her mind after reading it, apparently. Another agent wrote yesterday to say she received my newsletter while she was in the hospital with her husband. He died a few hours later. Right when she was sitting there reading my Affidavit of Death article! . . . and laughing. She thanked me for it. I guess humor helps. See, it’s stuff like this that makes my day.
It also reminds me that no matter how bad a situation might seem, there is generally an upside to it somewhere.