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.
For years Dr. Leo Orris and his family would be our sanctuary, our conversations, our endless nights of discussions where themes would range from the history of SDS and SNICC to how to end the Vietnam War.
Larry Frankel spent his professional life as a legislative lobbyist for the ACLU. That means that Larry worked behind the scenes with both "left" and "right" legislators to protect the civil rights.
I don't need to wait until the morning papers to get the full life stories of dead luminaries. In fact, I don't even need to wait until they are dead.
Can't anybody write a decent obit anymore? Somewhere in the death of John Hughes there is a very good story, a more compelling one than the one about the brilliance of Sixteen Candles.
In the theme of good things grown in New York, a couple local bands for your hearing pleasure.
Would Merce Cunningham have felt diminished if he'd known he'd be linked in death with Martha Watson Stern, "Dog Breeder, 72," also recognized with an editorial obit in the New York Times?
We should give some thought to death, particularly our own. It helps us clarify what's really important.