Not only will you be leaving behind a piece that's ready for publication, but your obituary also serves as a guideline for eulogies, documentation for genealogy records, and even a catalyst for future family history buffs.
Since being diagnosed with prostate cancer a month ago, I find myself reading newspaper obituaries with greater interest. I'm paying particular attention to the lives of those who died in their prime.
One of the thoughts at a funeral, at least for me, is always: What will people say about me at my funeral?
This morning, I was being interviewed by the Boston Phoenix and the interviewer asked me who my own heroes were -- I had no hesitation in answering, first, "Howard Zinn."
Here's my own brief look at some of the more notable celebrity deaths of 2009. As always, they fall into two categories: "The Good Riddance List" and "The Folks We'll Miss List."
We mourn the loss of a dear friend and passionate fighter for the rivers. Glenn Switkes, the Amazon Director of International Rivers died of lung cancer in Sao Paulo on December 21.
Sophie Pollitt-Cohen died this week. She was ninety-five in Huffington Post years.
Sophie Pollitt-Cohen's angry narrator, best known for her rants, died this week after being crushed to death by the chip on her shoulder. She was ninety -five in "Huffington Post years" and wishes to be buried...
Chalk it up to a coincidence, but within the span of a week the New York Times ran obituaries for two people named John J. O'Connor.
If there is a Loch Ness monster, she's feeling pretty good about herself right now. Robert H. Rines, the man who came closer than anyone to proving the existence of the fabled serpent, died last week at 87.
Ever since my senior high school government teacher made us read the newspaper everyday, I have been hooked on reading obituaries (Thank you Mr. Phill...
Gelbart, who wrote Tootsie and many of the early episodes of M*A*S*H, spent years rejecting the industry's efforts to manipulate TV-watchers into emitting less-than-sincere laughs.
Small town living makes me a part of a diverse community where everyone from real estate broker to rasta is united in the same sentiment, which Jack always embraced, warmth for humanity.
A lot of people loved my father and even romanticized his reign as leader of Rodale Press and chief spokesman for the organic movement around the world. But I knew him first and foremost as a father.
I hate when news outlets break stories of celebrity deaths by simply coming up with a headline of the person's name followed by the word "dead" in all caps.
He was an amazing writer and probably a better person. There may have been more renowned writers in a single medium, but his versatility was breathtaking.