5 Completely Unforgettable Obituaries
Not to sound morbid, but I've often found myself wondering what my obituary will read when I die. I hope that it reads that I loved my husband and our son with all of my heart. That I was a good daughter and sister, and a loyal friend. That I lived a good life. I also hope that there's some humor injected into my obituary.
All of our lives, we've heard it said that laughter is the best medicine and that it can also help a heart heal, so I'm guessing that's probably what Amanda Lewis was hoping for when she wrote a very eccentric obituary about her Dad.
The obituary which was placed in the Sun Herald, read in part, "Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013." The obit went on, "He particularly hated Daylight Saving Time, which he referred to as 'The Devil's Time.' It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest." Mr. Harry's obituary concluded with a request for people to write to their Congressman and ask that Daylight Savings be done away in honor of Harry.
These are five more memorable obituaries that I just love (especially the one for Emily DeBrayda Phillips- grab tissues!).
Weary of reading obituaries noting someone's courageous battle with death, Mike wanted it known that he died as a result of being stubborn, refusing to follow doctors' orders and raising hell for more than six decades. He enjoyed booze, guns, cars and younger women until the day he died....
William Ziegler escaped this mortal realm on Friday, July 29, 2016 at the age of 69. We think he did it on purpose to avoid having to make a decision in the pending presidential election. He leaves behind four children, five grand- children, and the potted meat industry, for which he was an unofficial spokesman until dietary restrictions forced him to eat real food.
Christian Louis Hacker, 67, better known as Lou Hacker, of Valatie, died April 9, 2015, at the Samuel Stratton VA Medical Center in Albany, leaving behind a hell of a lot of stuff his wife and daughter have no idea what to do with. So, if you're looking for car parts for a Toyota, BMW, Triumph, Dodge or Ford between the years of about 1953-2013, or maybe half a dozen circular saws, still in their boxes with the Home Depot receipts attached, you should wait the appropriate amount of time and get in touch.
Trust me- it's worth taking the time to read this obituary in its entirety. I laughed and I cried. A lot.
It pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away. Everyone told me it would happen one day but that's simply not something I wanted to hear, much less experience. Once again I didn't get things my way! That's been the story of my life all my life....I'll leave you with this…please don't cry because I'm gone; instead be happy that I was here. (Or maybe you can cry a little bit. After all, I have passed away). Today I am happy and I am dancing. Probably naked. Love you forever.
Raymond Alan Brownley of Pittsburgh (Ingram Boro), Pennsylvania, died on September 21, 2014, at the age of 82, but his larger-than-life persona and trademark stubbornness will not be forgotten...He despised canned cranberry sauce, wearing shorts, cigarette butts in his driveway, oatmeal, loud-mouth know-it-alls, Tabasco sauce, reality TV shows, and anything to do with the Kardashians.