I wonder what would happen to me if I were ever completely alone.
If my family wasn't close enough to visit me, if none of the friends I've ever made before could see me. If I destroyed my phone and internet presence and burned all forms of identification. If years passed and their existences became distant and faded memories.
Alternatively, I would become involved with a little god that would offer to grant my wish, but the price I'd have to pay would be that everyone who had ever loved me would forget who I was and my existence would be quietly purged.
If everything that constituted existence were suddenly destroyed--your social security number, your phone, your e-mail, the memories that you belonged to, the photos that you were in--how is it any different from death? You might be alive, but what's left of you?