Imagine the fun you can have in your own home, using only a webpage and your own friends and family. It's easy! For example, imagine that the day before you're planning to leave for a fabulous vacation diving into insufferably blue water under an unbearably blue sky, your grandmother dies. It's not so unexpected but not so easy to take without flinching, like a clap of thunder after a bright flash.
Now imagine that you're back in your childhood home, and it's very late at night. You've spent part of the afternoon in the presence of a swollen man who secreted a lubricating sheen of compassion as he ushered you into a room that bristled with Kleenex. Late at night in this old house might be the time you might consider sleeping, but you can't, because now the fun begins.
With your own web page, the possibilities for family hijinks are almost too outrageous to be believed. If you think you can easily imagine the laffs that can be had by writing an essay about your grandmother's death and placing it on that web page, then think again.
Imagine, for example, the effect on your friends and family who aren't yet aware that your grandmother is dead and in the puffy, soft hands of the compasionate man, to read about it for the first time on your web page. Imagine, if you dare, that events conspire to prevent you from telling your own father that his ex-mother-in-law is dead, and he instead hears it from his second wife, who stumbles across your dismal treatise while cheerily surfing the Net from their home computer.
If you think that the wacky antics end there, then you're just not thinking. Imagine that your father can't reach you right away, and so he calls everyone else in the family. And then imagine that all those loved one know that your grandmother is dead but not that you've chosen to memorialize her in a Tale written in a demoralized haze at three in the morning and immediately posted for public ingestion. And embellish this unlikely scenario by imagining that these other people feel pretty irritated that you've chosen this kind of a electronic headstone, and placed such personal information in the public eye. Perhaps they find your effort disturbing and eerily voyeuristic. Imagine they challenge the factual accuracy of certain elements of what you wrote. Imagine all the many things all those many people might think of you and why you did that.
They might think they'll be next up for public ingestion, for example. Imagine they think you'd do that to them. Imagine really, really wanting to tell the rest of the world about how much fun can be had with your family and a web page, but dreading the inevitable reactions of your friends and loved ones. Imagine what that might be like.