About a month ago, Time Inc. announced their decision to cease publication of 'LIFE,' the once-iconic magazine that had been existing quietly in the form of a free weekly newspaper insert since 2004. According to the press materials, LIFE had served as an insert for 103 American newspapers. This weekend marks the last time that will ever happen.

And so, even though we never wrote about it anyway, we here at Gawker Weekend mourn the loss, and weep for a nation in which PARADE now stands to become even more of an issue. Click through, then, for full coverage of LIFE's last gasp.

Actually, just kidding. As you might extrapolate from the image above, the LIFE website is barren and stacked with scaffolding. Meanwhile, we can't seem to get our hands on a physical copy. Anyone out there reading have a LIFE? Tell us what's on the cover! Is there a goodbye?

Too bad we can't find this stuff on the website, really, since according to the press release we read, life.com is supposed to become the central portal for all of the magazine's content (seriously, all of it, as in, all 10 million images their photographers have taken since 1936). Forget about the sadly nostalgic yet hopeful splash screen, featuring a slideshow of covers from LIFE's golden age: if you figure out how to penetrate into the heart of the site, you'll notice that the webmasters haven't uploaded a single new issue of the magazine since its dissolution was announced on March 26th. Click around a little though—it is Saturday—and you'll find a really fun "Picture Puzzle" game, in which you look at two very similar photos and figure out all the ways in which they are different.

PARADE, in the meantime, mouths watering for those 103 newspapers now in need of some insertion, seem to be twisting the knife, giving top billing on parade.com to a photo contest about America's beauty. "You can be a winner!" they say, as if to suggest, "Hey, LIFE guys! We bodied you! Amateurs can do your jobs and we're going to pay them for it!" It is devilish under the circumstances, and frankly un-American. Do not enter that contest.—LEON