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3 Death Cards in my Tarot Today=Obituary Post
Another person I wished I’d had the pleasure of meeting.
From the NYT 3-20-09 By WILLIAM GRIMES (read complete here)
“We are not after all intended to be consumed.”
So begins Lionel Ziprin’s “Sentential Metaphrastic,” a “poem in progress” of more than a thousand pages. “I reduced it to 785 pages,” Mr. Ziprin told The Jewish Quarterly in 2006. “I call it the longest and most boring poem since Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost.’ ”
Mr. Ziprin, a brilliant, baffling, beguiling voice of the Lower East Side and the East Village in all its phases — Jewish, hipster and hippie …
7 Things We Can't Say About George
1. He was boring.
2. He didn’t understand the world.
3. He missed his calling.
4. He should have stayed in school.
5. He had a horrible memory.
6. He should have have toed the line.
7. He never made me laugh.
Your material will live on, but you will be missed by a world who needs to laugh at themselves every day.…
More ONION stealing, and real life obituaries
Guy You Don’t Want To See Will Meet You There
CRESSKILL, NJ—In news that has made you wonder why you ever even talk to that guy in the first place, David Krysh, that prick you can’t stand, has announced his intentions to meet up with you at the Canyon Road Bar & Grill later tonight. Although you had intended for this outing to be restricted to people whose company you genuinely enjoy, the guy who is impossible to have a conversation with will be showing up at 8:00 p.m. and will sit right next to you. Krysh has also announced …
Another person I wish I'd known.
Bopping around the obits–after reading how sleeping more, reducing clutter and eating more veggies will all help me live longer I found this interesting character who died in January 2007. Can you pick your guardian angels?
- In 1976, her writing, which she said was often fueled by “truly impressive amounts of beer,” landed her a job at The New York Times. She cut an unusual figure in The Times newsroom, wearing blue jeans, going barefoot and bringing in her dog, whose name was an expletive.
- There are two kinds of humor,” she told People magazine. One was the
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Talk about pressure.
Imagine being a professional obituary writer– and then dying on Christmas Day, leaving someone else to write your parting words.
I love reading well written, droll obituaries, like Hugh wrote. I am sick like this:
Hugh Massingberd, Laureate for the Departed, Dies
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