Now That’s What I Call An Obit!!!

by admin on April 13, 2011

I’m like W. Somerset Maugham. I like to read the obituaries in the morning newspaper, and if I’m not in the list of the deceased then I know I have to get up and go to work. Actually, I do like reading the obituaries. Not because I want to see who is dead, but I love discovering people who lived while they were alive.

Most obits are long lists of where the person was born, went to school, worked, married, kids, blah blah blah, followed by a long list of people who they are “survived by” such as husbands or wives and children and brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews etc. It’s as if the main point of the obit is to say who didn’t die.

But once in a while you come across a gem. Something that in its own unique way tells you that here was someone worth knowing, someone worth loving, someone worth missing when they are gone. That’s how I felt when I opened my copy of the San Francisco Chronicle today and saw this notice.

Ruth Lovelace Evans March 20, 1931 – April 10, 2011 Ruthie lived. Ruthie died. Bye Ruthie!

That was it. There was a picture and some details about a memorial, but nothing else. No born here, lived here, worked here, survived by…
I have no idea who Ruthie was. But I’m guessing she either wrote that obit herself or it was written by someone who knew her well and knew that this was the kind of obit Ruthie would want. And for some reason Ruthie struck me as someone who must have been fun to be around. She knew who she was. She didn’t care about convention. And when she was gone. She was gone.
And I really wish I had had a chance to know her.
And that’s the best kind of obituary. When you read it and think “wow, now that’s someone I would love to have known.”
So, goodbye Ruthie. I never knew you. But I bet you were one hell of a gal!

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