I gather the need to tell loved ones all the things we've neglected to say over the years takes on a whole new significance when our time draws towards its end.
The Daily Mail carried a story this week of a man who decided to express himself by writing his own obituary. He told of his love for his wife, his gratitude to his friends, all the usual. But he also included the confession that he had stolen a safe in 1971, and was not actually a PhD, having received his diploma as a result of an administrative error!
It was carefully constructed to give his loved ones one last laugh, as well as letting them know how much they mattered. It was probably the kindest gift he could have left:
Val Patterson's Obituary
Hm, I think I can feel a writing challenge coming on!
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