A chatroom ghost, whispers of friendship fade, lost in the dial-up haze.

Judge, jury, beauty's fleeting flame, your pixels fade into vanity's hall of shame

Swashbuckling pirate of the cloud, anchored by law. Treasure lost in takedown tides.

Shuttered photo diaries fade, where pixels whispered and captions blushed beneath the static hum of dial-up dreams.

First to whisper "You've Got Mail," now a ghost in the inbox of the web.

Social butterfly of early web, ghosted into eternal logout. Your scraps echo in silent servers.

Jeeves, the eternal bowtied answer oracle, folded his search sash—now forever "asking" the void between bookmarks.

Pioneer of search, now a relic in binary stars—your dropdown menus echo in the dusty web.

Neon homestead of pixel pastures, guestbooks signed by ghosts. GeoCities sleeps, pixels undisturbed. (RIP animated MIDIs)

Webituary

When every click felt like discovery — now just memory.