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We can admit that sometimes it might make sense to fake your death. You know, like if you're on the run from the mob, or maybe if it's in order to more effectively strike fear into the criminal underworld while working as a costumed vigilante.

Or you could go a totally different route and fake your death for a really asinine reason. Kind of like these people...

Amir Vehabovic Wants to Find His True Friends

The Dearly Departed

Friends, we have gathered here to celebrate and remember Amir Vehabovic, who left us far too soon at the tender age of 45. Amir, a native of Bosnia, turned up dead of mysterious causes in March of 2007 , but damned if there wasn't a bona fide certificate of death and a real coffin delivered by the undertaker to be placed six-feet-under. We'd like to tell you hundreds turned out to bid a fond farewell to their passed friend. Well, maybe dozens. Or at least a couple. Come on, at least a couple people showed up to pay their respect, right?

The Cause of "Death"

Nope. Not even a couple. Only one person turned up for Amir's funeral, and that was his mother. This would only be kind of crushingly depressing, if Amir hadn't actually staged his death just to see how popular he was.

Now, we've all thought about what it would be like to watch our own funeral. You're curious, you want to find out who shows up, who doesn't, who cries and what members of the opposite sex would blurt out how they've always wanted to have filthy sex with you. Deciding the stew of sympathy was too much to resist, Amir hatched an elaborate plan to fake his own death, then forged a death certificate and bribed an undertaker to deliver the coffin. For his trouble, he learned first hand why most of us only think about our funerals.

Considerably more people mourned the passing of the Frasier dog.

See, there's no good outcome. If lots of people show up, they'll hate you when they discover the lie and, as Amir learned, if no one shows up, they already hate you. After no one showed up to his funeral, Amir learned a valuable lesson about life and, in an effort to change his ways... oh wait, no, he sent strongly worded letters to the 45 "friends" who didn't attend, which, really Amir, is an impossible stance to take. If they didn't care enough to attend your funeral when they thought you were actually dead, finding out that you're both alive and the creepiest guy they know probably isn't going to do the trick.

But look on the bright side, you are the only person who's not a figment of Mark Twain's imagination who gets a do-over on their funeral. And next time, we'd imagine it will be significantly less awkward for you.

Dianne Craven Is REALLY Bad at Breaking Up

The Dearly Departed

Earlier this year, tragic news struck Stuart Shortland: His lover of nearly five years, Dianne Craven, had suffered a fatal brain hemorrhage and passed away. Dianne and Stuart had been having their illicit affair for years, but not long before her death, Dianne had informed Stuart that she'd had his child, a baby girl named Ruby. But when Stuart traveled to see his lover and daughter, both had disappeared, and it was then that he was given the news that Dianne had died, as well as information about the funeral. Oh, and he found all of this out via text message, which studies show is the douchiest way to inform someone of terrible news.


The Cause of "Death"

Dianne is apparently really, really bad at breakups. Let's be honest here, there are two things you should never, ever relay to someone via text message. The first is, "I'm breaking up with you." The second? "Hey, UR loved 1 died, TTYL." Particularly when the second one is in no way, shape or form true. Dianne Craven managed to do both at once with Stuart Shortland.

Yes, the whole thing was simply a plan to break things off with Stuart without having to go through the pain or normalcy of actually telling the person that it's just not working out. Basically, Dianne took the old "it's not you, it's me" and ratcheted it up about 50 notches by replacing "me" with "brain hemorrhage." To make matters worse, Stuart's distress and heartbreak caused him to develop alopecia (think Stan Sitwell from Arrested Development) and go bald, so we can only imagine his reaction when photos of Dianne and her husband living happily in Bali surfaced online three months later. She's still alive to this day and still hasn't answered for her actions. Though, to be fair, she'd probably just fake a heart attack the day before the interview. The lesson we can really take away from this, though, is that when you fake your own death, it's probably a good idea to get rid of your Facebook page.

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Corey Taylor Seriously Hates Paying His Wireless Bill

The Dearly Departed

Corey Taylor, a consultant from Chicago, died quite unexpectedly in 2007 from mysterious causes. Whatever the causes, a death certificate was fashioned and faxed to all of the appropriate places to get things in order after his passing, including to his cell phone company, Verizon. Of course, since apparently every Verizon customer has an army of people led by a bespectacled nerd (code name: The Network) following him or her around every second of the day, it didn't take long for the cell phone giant to discover that Corey wasn't exactly dead, and that he still owed them money.

The Cause of "Death"

If you take a look way down your cell phone contract in the fine print, it states that if you ever even think of leaving your carrier they get the house, the kids, your soul and a sizable termination fee. Unless, of course, you're dead.

Deciding a hero needed to stand up for the little guy who just wanted to text at a reasonable price, he decided to fake his own death to avoid paying the $175 he owed Verizon in accordance with a contract that he personally signed. He had been so fed up with crappy service and dropped calls that he decided to go to extremes in order to, in his own words, "send a message"; and in our words, "get out of paying $175 because he's a cheap-ass." And when Corey stood up and asked Verizon and its brethren, "Can you hear me now?" they responded in unison by flipping him the bird and taking his money.

Alastair Liddle Has No Idea How To Quit a Job

The Dearly Departed

In 1997, a 43-year-old successful Scottish attorney named Alastair Liddle called his wife on the way to an important meeting to say that he had arrived safely, and then vanished without a trace. For the next year, rumors sprang up that he had been killed in some kind of gangland hit and dumped into one of Scotland's many lochs, which are the nation's leading source of retarded rumors.

Ever heard of it?

The Cause of "Death"

Despite Liddle's apparent O.G. reputation, he hadn't been murdered by the fierce, kilt-sporting, Scottish mafia. In fact, he wasn't even dead. Way back in 1997, after he called his wife to say everything was OK, he tossed his cell phone into a trash can, withdrew some money and escaped to Cornwall, England. Why Cornwall? Well, besides being as far away from Scotland as possible while still in Britain, there is also a large flower growing industry in the county, which is the real reason Liddle fled there. That's right, Alastair Liddle, a wealthy attorney, abandoned his practice and family and faked his own death in order to become a minimum wage, migrant, flower picker.

Unrecognizable from the grossly overweight and downtrodden man he was when he "died," Liddle's old life finally caught up to him a year later when he was forced to give his real name during general police questioning regarding a murder. Since the murder wasn't imaginary, it turned out Liddle had nothing to do with it, but when the police computer returned a hit on an unpaid traffic fine, he was forced away from his dandelion dream back to Scotland where he faced charges of embezzlement. Why he had to embezzle money to become a migrant farm worker is unclear, but after spending 12 sad months in prison without a daffodil in sight, he immediately returned to his floral occupation where he claimed he had never been happier. Why he couldn't just change jobs and move to Cornwall without faking his own death like all the other flower pickers remains a mystery.

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Alan Abel Loves Pulling Pranks, Looking Like a Douche

The Dearly Departed

Early in 1980, well known humorist, filmmaker and hoaxter Alan Abel died from a sudden heart attack at the age of 50. He was scouting locations for an upcoming film in the mountains of Utah when the tragedy struck near the Sundance ski lodge. Abel had been skiing at the time, and some reports said he was found in a snow bank with his skis ominously forming a cross, which may or may not be the sinister calling card of the abominable Jesus.

The Cause of "Death"

Well that's what Alan Abel wanted The New York Times to think, anyway. The professional prankster hired a dozen friends to help him carry out his joke, including a fake funeral director who "collected" his belongings; fake witnesses who corroborated the story; and even a woman who posed as his widow when the Times was notified of his death. The plan--which involved 12 people playing different parts that took over six months to plan--was all orchestrated by Abel to see if he could fool one of the biggest newspapers in the world into printing his obituary on what he later called a "slow news day."

And print it they did. Alan woke up the following morning to find his death notice printed in the Times for the world to see, and after a few giggles, he held a press conference to announce that he was still alive and the whole thing had been a scam.

"Mom and Dad are going to think this is hilarious!"

The ultimate joke may have been on Abel in the end. Because of his highly public death, his credit cards were canceled, his bank accounts frozen and even when he showed up at the bank in person, they pointed to the Times obituary as evidence that he was in fact dead. But he probably got to put that obituary clipping up on the wall in his office (hoaxsters have offices right?) which must have been neat. Well, until his landlord kicked him out for being too dead to pay the rent.

Bennie Wint is an Idiot

The Dearly Departed

September, 1989 was supposed to be a great month for 29-year-old, Bennie Wint. He and his fiance had traveled down to Daytona Beach to be married, with their four-year-old daughter in tow. But instead, tragedy struck when Bennie went out into the water, never to be seen again. Bennie was presumed to be either drowned or eaten by Jaws, leaving behind the love of his life and a little girl. And then he was pulled over by police in North Carolina for having a tail light out in January of this year. If you were wondering, no, zombies are not here, and they haven't learned to drive. Still.

The Cause of "Death"

Back in 1989, Bennie Wint found himself in a sticky situation. He believed that he was wanted on drug charges, and so he weighed his options. He could either go ahead and marry his sweetheart and risk prison time, or he could take what he deemed was the only other option and fake his death in order to evade the police. He chose door number two. So imagine his embarrassment when, after having destroyed every last piece of his former identity and living in hiding for the past 20 years, he discovered that he was wanted by the police for precisely jack shit.

That's right, he put his fiance and young daughter through the hell of having thought they'd lost him for what amounts to a whole lot of no reason whatsoever. Wint, naturally, was shocked when the police informed him in January that there were absolutely zero charges pending against him, and that he basically destroyed his own former life for nothing. During that time, he'd fled to Alabama and started a new life, married a new woman and had a new kid. It's kind of weird that, in avoiding crimes that he wasn't even wanted for, he accrued counts of faking his own death, lying to the police, using a fake ID and driving with a broken tail light. So sure was Wint, that he acted like a giant flaming douche by abandoning his old family and lying to his new one, and it's utterly hilarious that the idiot had blown his own notoriety to ridiculously out of whack proportions, but hasn't he suffered enough? We mean seriously. Alabama? Poor bastard. We didn't know you could go to Hell by only fake dying.

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