Liked purple. What a shame. Nobody deserves to be remembered by that summary. Who would write that about a friend or family member? An obituary might be their final mention and should end with more fanfare, especially if there is nothing else to describe the deceased. Embellish truth, get creative, inspire in their name! The authors lack of eloquence suggests that nobody would write a complaint about it anyway, so have fun and lie on their behalf. For example:
She lived like she died, clutching a swathe of the finest royal velvet ripped right off of a Prince’s cape. She was the stalwart founder and leader of the Peoples United Regiment Promoting Lovely Everlasting Purple for Everyone Everywhere. Her trademark violet lipstick became the scourge of housewives when found on the collared shirts of international businessmen. She was the sole reason Grape Nehi is still being manufactured. In the empire of visual senses, no blend of red and blue could escape her passionate gaze. A memorial mulberry tree will be planted in the town square, adjacent to the lavender beds where she picnicked with bottles of Pinot Noir. May she forever rest in peace and in purple.
Liked purple. What a shame. Nobody deserves to be remembered by that summary. Who would write that about a friend or family member? An obituary might be their final mention and should end with more fanfare, especially if there is nothing else to describe the deceased. Embellish truth, get creative, inspire in their name! The authors lack of eloquence suggests that nobody would write a complaint about it anyway, so have fun and lie on their behalf. For example:
She lived like she died, clutching a swathe of the finest royal velvet ripped right off of a Prince’s cape. She was the stalwart founder and leader of the Peoples United Regiment Promoting Lovely Everlasting Purple for Everyone Everywhere. Her trademark violet lipstick became the scourge of housewives when found on the collared shirts of international businessmen. She was the sole reason Grape Nehi is still being manufactured. In the empire of visual senses, no blend of red and blue could escape her passionate gaze. A memorial mulberry tree will be planted in the town square, adjacent to the lavender beds where she picnicked with bottles of Pinot Noir. May she forever rest in peace and in purple.
I couldn't agree more. No one fact-checks obits. I read them all the time and they're too often boiler-plate, so have some fun instead.