#obit

I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you. ↗

— John Green

#love #obituary #relationship #death

Biography is a very definite region bounded on the north by history, on the south by fiction, on the east by obituary, and on the west by tedium. ↗

— Philip Guedalla

#bounded #definite #east #fiction #history

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life. ↗

— James Joyce

#obituary #life

Where the roots of private virtue are diseased, the fruit of public probity cannot but be corrupt. ↗

— Felix Adler

#corrupt #diseased #fruit #private #probity

There is no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary. ↗

— Brendan Behan

#except #obituary #own #publicity #such

An obituary should be an exercise in contemporary history, not a funeral oration. ↗

— Peter Utley

#contemporary history #exercise #funeral #history #obituary

Under the circumstances, may I suggest another means of encouraging probity in elective office. I refer to term limitations, which can serve ends beyond that of saving congressional souls. ↗

— James L. Buckley

#beyond #circumstances #congressional #elective #elective office

The lions of hard rock, guys like Robert Plant, Roger Daltrey, Brian Johnson, Rob Halford, these monsters feel completely timeless, iconic, eternal. They simply shall not, will not, do not die. It's almost impossible to imagine a musical world without Robert Plant. No metal fan of any stripe can imagine a day when, say, Iron Maiden shuts it all down because Bruce Dickinson turned 85 and suddenly can't remember the lyrics to "Hallowed Be Thy Name." Metal revels in the raw energy and unchecked phantasmagorical ridiculousness of youth. It is all fire and testosterone and rebellious fantasy. It doesn't go well with reality. So it is for hard rock and a guy like Dio, an elfin titan with an undying love for lasers and sorcery, dragons and kings. The man wrote some terribly corny metal songs, but he sang every one with a ferocity and love and total honesty. He also wrote some of the finest hard rock melodies of all time, sang them with a precision and love unmatched by any hard rock singer since. It's a rare thing to give metal some heartfelt props. It is time. Raise your devil horns and salute. ↗

— Mark Morford

#rock-music #ronnie-james-dio #imagination

All publicity is good, except an obituary notice. ↗

— Brendan Behan

#good #notice #obituary #publicity

If I get an obit in the Times, they will say, of course, known to millions as Rumpole. ↗

— Leo McKern

#get #i #known #millions #obit