Every site deserves a proper funeral.

The home of tens of millions of GeoCities pages, MIDI files and starfield GIFs. The web's first big neighborhood.

The RSS reader that made 'the one unread count you feared' a thing. A million workflows died with it.

The social network Google forced into your Gmail sidebar and hoped you'd love. Circles, and endless attempts.

Six-second comedy loops that invented a generation of memes and then got archived by its own parents.

Humans edited the web into folders. The last editor turned off the lights twenty years later.

Where every Windows user accidentally had a blog. Glitters, guestbooks and the first 'hihi' of friendships.

The number that was more important than your phone number. 'Uh-oh!' was the sound of an era.

Buddy lists, away messages and T9-adjacent typing speeds. The 'door slam' heard around the world.

Q&A at its most honest, weird and medically questionable. The community's finest contradictions expired here.

Cloud gaming that promised to end consoles, and ended with a refund and a hard drive gift.

Brazil's (and India's) first big social network. Scraps, testimonials and 'add me' requests forever.

Anonymous questions that made high school a contact sport and tumblr fed off the drama.

The profile with theme music and a 'who viewed me' passion. Exported to game-land, then goodbye.

The network that invented 'friends' before 'friends' was a product. Killed by its own success and 1.2M friends.

The night-shift soundtrack of a generation: nudge wars, 'typing...' anxiety and 50 notification sounds.

The real-time collaboration protocol nobody asked for and Google shipped anyway. Beautiful, baffling, gone.

Where indie dreams parked between 'maybe' and 'yes'. Replaced by Steam Direct, mourned by every 'not now' author.

Where holiday photos lived until Shutterfly inherited them. The smell of printed memories, digitized.

The browser that opened the web to everyone, then watched the world move on to other browsers.

The social feed Google auto-followed you into, then quietly retired before lunch ended.

The microblog that did Twitter before Twitter, then got bought, frozen and folded into Google.

A neighborhood of Sims run by real people, where the opportunity included 'professional friend'.

Microsoft's music player that was 'not an iPod, but a nice brown iPod'. Artist bios were peak internet.

The app store for the physical-keyboard crowd. BBM smileys and escapism by torchlight.