Lee Lessard lives in Dracut.
I like to read the obituaries.
There, I’ve said it. I don’t know what kind of ghoul that makes me, but it is what it is. When I curl up with my copy of The Sun in the evening, it’s the obituaries that I read first.
This is my daily reminder of the fragility of life and that the grim reaper is on duty 24/7.
Obituaries may not give me the information I need to conduct my life, but what could be more intriguing to read about in life than death?
A good night is when the deceased are all old, older people. Nobody wants to die, but everyone should at least have a good run. Which begs the question: Why is the person’s age always mentioned, anyway? It’s not a contest.
A not-so-good night is when there’s a bunch of people my age, or even younger.
Leaving young children behind is particularly tragic.
My father died when I was 16. I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose a parent at a much younger age. A Swiss-cheese life.
I like trying to deduce from the write-up what kind of life the deceased person might have had. Certain things are a tip-off. A person with children and no mention of a spouse usually means a divorce.
Then I find myself wondering how young were the kids when their parents split. Did it screw up their lives? Of-course, it’s possible the parents were never even married. Tougher still.
Matching up the obituary with the funeral notice also provides clues. If there’s a request for donations to the American Cancer Society in lieu of flowers, it’s a safe bet cancer finally did them in.
Lots of obituaries mention sports or hobbies that the person enjoyed, which is nice to a point. I get embarrassed for the deceased if their life revolved around walking their dog, or reading their horoscope.
It’s sad to read an obituary where the person has no relatives at all. Were they alone their entire life? Was there anybody there for them at the end? In the cosmic scheme of things, will they get a second chance?
I get suspicious if the obituary says “beloved this” and “beloved that” too many times. Are they trying to overcompensate for something? Nobody’s that well-liked.
High school classmates are tough. We tend to still remember them as teenagers, even if we see them around town from time to time, and they have gray hair and wrinkles. It’s also too close to 凯发真人试玩首页home; a reminder of our own mortality. Am I next? A macabre class reunion comes to mind, catching up on the details of their lives; so that’s what they’ve been up to all these years?
Young children are the worst. Their little lives snuffed out before they even had a chance. Makes me think if there is a God; maybe He’s flawed like the rest of us.
You’ll never find anything derogatory in an obituary about a dead person, and rightfully so. No one wants to know that the deceased went to Canada 40 years ago to avoid the draft, or that they were three years in arrears on their child support when they died.
The old saying is that two things are inevitable in life: death and taxes. But if you think about it, you could add an obituary to that list. Because it really is the last thing; you just won’t get to read it.
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