I could be dead for years, and only my parents would notice, and even they would take a good long while before they started to wonder or smell the rot of my corpse wafting from room to room.
The only reason anyone else would have-for wanting to be informed-would be so that they could post on social media (to my EXTREME dismay) and win sympathy points for pity pandering to an audience that hardly knows them, never mind me. They would honor themselves with sainthood, in my absence, putting their ignorance of my rightful hatred of them on full display. They sicken me, the lot of them, I may be physically ugly but those around me are truly internally vile.
I see them for what they are, but they will never see me.
I'm sorry you are in a similar position of basically being a living, breathing ghost.