Obituaries in the Evening Post

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Here’s the weird thing: reading obituaries is actually uplifting. No, really. Each one is a crash course in how to live. Did someone volunteer for 50 years? Bake pies for every neighbor? Collect 1,000 rubber ducks? You’ll find out. It’s like getting a free masterclass in “What Matters Most,” minus the tuition fees and the mandatory yoga.

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Plus, it’s a fantastic way to feel better about your own life. “Wow, I only own 50 rubber ducks. I’m actually moderate.” Or, “I haven’t joined a single competitive pet-rock club yet. So much time!” Perspective, baby. It’s the only section of the paper where you can simultaneously feel a little sad and a little grateful for the fact you’re still here to read it.

The Family Drama You Can’t Ignore

Let’s be honest: obituaries are also low-stakes reality TV. You can spot the family feud from a mile away. “Survived by his ex-wife, Patricia, who is not invited to the reception.” Okay, they don’t say that, but the order of names tells a story. If the beloved neighbor is listed before the eldest son? Oh, honey. It’s a soap opera printed on cheap newsprint, and you are not ready for the drama.

I once saw an obituary that thanked “all the doctors except Dr. Feldman.” Something happened there. We may never know what, but I can guarantee that Dr. Feldman was not laughing. The page is a quiet battlefield for the last word, and I am here for it, latte in hand.

Barbara Demaid of Clydach, Swansea — Obituary & Death Notice - Swansea