I have, over the years, been committing all those secret codes and not-so-memorable words that the modern internet demands of me to a cunningly encrypted file that even the NSA would need a warehouseful of supercomputers to crack.
Today, upon a spurious demand from yet another financial services website for the second, fifteen, and forty-second letter of a passphrase that I definitely didn't remember, I went to look for that secure file.
It might have been secure, but it certainly wasn't delete-proof. I have no idea why, but it's not there, it's not anywhere. I must have done it ages ago because it's not even in the backups. Ah, sweet mystery, do fuck off.