"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying."
Internet Explorer 6 is old, out of date and tantalizingly close to extinction. One design firm decided to speed things up and has announced the browser's death, along with plans for a funeral set to take place this evening.
With the launch of ie6funeral.com, Aten Design has announced the death of Internet Explorer 6. The group will hold a funeral for the browser this evening in Denver. With hundred of pages of 'Remembrances' for IE6 left on the website, Aten has changed the venue to accommodate the number of RSVPs it has received.
"In the days ahead, we’ll be working to address the overwhelming response to the funeral invitation. What we know so far is there will definitely be a casket, a body, and from all appearances, mourners a-plenty," said Justin from Aten.
If you're interested in attending the funeral, it takes place at Forest Room 5, 2532 15th Street, Denver, CO 80211-3902. Things kick off at 7 p.m. The Aten team urge those who can't make it to send flowers and with prizes for the best dressed (as well the best remembrance), funeral attire is encouraged.
You'll be hard pressed to come up with one better than this though. Programmer Luke Puplett posted this rendition of W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the broadband,
Prevent messages from passing over the corporate LAN,
Silence the CPU fans and with muffled hum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let Aero screens with memory overhead
Pump a new window message It Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white leads of the Apple Macs,
Let the Chinese firewall policemen wear black cotton gloves.
It was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought those bugs would last for ever: I was wrong.
The links are not wanted now: put out every one;
Backup your favourites and dismantle the fun;
Store away the cookies and prepare for the next.
For designers now can code without getting vexed.
-- W.H. Puplett
(Reprinted with permission)