In recent years, the most popular concept in the advertising world has been viral marketing, the use of social networks and word-of-mouth to increase brand awareness and sales.  Lately, I've been besieged by a different form of advertising that I like to call sterile marketing, the targeted promotion of products or services to consumers who haven't the slightest interest in or use for said goods, or the necessary funds to purchase them.  I can't understand why companies spend years and fortunes analyzing demographic patterns, economic trends, and sales data to pinpoint their most likely customers, and then decide, "Nah, forget about them.  Let's go after this bozo instead."

About a month ago, I received a fancy invitation from Ferrari of New England to test drive the latest model of their California series (see my earlier post, "Dear Ferrari of New England...")  I had never made inquiries about the car or contacted the local dealership about taking one out for a spin.  Furthermore, I'm currently unemployed and as likely to buy a Ferrari as a timeshare at Windsor Castle.  Yet not to be outdone, Maserati of New England has recently sent me a similar offer. 

Why me?  Even when gainfully employed, I was never in the financial stratosphere where such purchases occur, and I've never owned one of those Beryllium or Manganese American Express Cards which entice their holders with high-end promotions.  Perhaps these firms discovered my fondness for all things Italian, although in practical terms, it's now limited to Louis Prima and Chef Boyardee.  I do like small European cars, but the only way they could know that was if they traced the burned-out clutches from my '85 Rabbit.  Whatever the reason, I'm just waiting to hear from Lamborghini and Bugatti before I rate the world's best performing sports cars that I can't afford.

People's exhibit #2 is a catalogue that was sent to my wife by The Pondguy, purveyor of supplies for ponds, lakes, decorative pools, and water gardens.  In this one comprehensive volume can be found such useful items as "Faux Boulders", "Cascading Waterfall Kits", and the indispensable MuckAway™ pellets which release "natural bacteria designed to...convert muck into an odorless gas."  It's too bad they don't work on the human digestive system.

However aesthetically pleasing or effective these products may be, they are of limited interest to city dwellers.  It's the rare condominium apartment that has its own cascading waterfall, and the only "pond" we have to deal with is the sewer overflow during winter storms.  There's Jamaica Pond, a small body of water about three miles from our home, but it's cared for by the Boston Department of Parks and Recreation, and I assume they've got their own catalogue.

Across this vast country though, there must be thousands of people who own property with ponds.  There are plenty of wealthy folk with fountain-ringed palazzos and golf course grounds keepers who would surely find these products helpful.  What breech of commercial sanity drove The Pondguy to hawk his wares to a women's clothing retailer and an out-of-work television editor?

But at least we're alive.  My favorite sterile marketing scheme was from the Easter Seals 2010 fundraising drive.  Last week, two large identical envelopes came to our house addressed to Mr. Felix Brawer and Mr. Morey Hunter, asking for donations to this worthy cause.  The gentlemen in question, my father and father-in-law, passed away several years ago and were thus disinclined to contribute.

Don't think it's so easy to rectify this situation.  I have tried for years to get their names off various mailing lists with only limited success.  Apparently, companies and charitable organizations don't like to lose potential customers and donors, whether they're breathing or not.  I once had the following phone conversation with a certain charity which will remain nameless.

Solicitor:  "Could I please speak with Felix Brawer?"

Me:  "May I ask what this is in reference to?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm only authorized to speak with him.  Is he at home?"

"He's not, but..."

"I'll call back at another time.  When would be convenient?"

"There's really no good time because..."

"Is there some other way we can contact him?"

"Possibly.  Do you know a good medium?"

"Excuse me?"

"Or perhaps a necromancer?"

"I don't understand."

"Mr. Brawer is deceased.  I'd appreciate it if you would take his name off your mailing and phone lists."

"I can't do that without proper documentation."

"I have to provide you with documentation, or you'll keep calling and sending him mail?"

"That's our policy."

"Good luck with the campaign."

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the final frontier of advertising - pitching the dead.