I read the obituaries because I know we lose a lot of good people, and I just like to check and make sure that we are also losing some of the evil folk, too.
Those in the marijuana movement have Jack Herer, in more than part, to thank, not only for their ferocity, but for their existence and subsequent successes.
I liked to say I had the coolest chiropractor in Los Angeles. A bass guitarist still active in his 60s, John Ciambotti played on hit records with Elvis Costello, Lucinda Williams, and Huey Lewis.
Fess Parker will always be Davy Crockett to me. The American pioneer, trailblazer and hero of the Alamo as played by one of early television's stars.
Mark Linkous, singer and songwriter with indie band Sparklehorse, shot himself through the heart on March 6. He was 47.
Funerals provide closure, a necessary part of the mourning process. But the subject of death is difficult for many, and we are often at a loss for what to say. Here are tips to help you along the way.
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.