Those who know me, or have read my books, likely assume I’m more interested in humor than I am in the dark and morbid. And they’re right. Which is not to say I haven’t dabbled in the no giggle genres. But I knew early on it wasn’t a good fit for me. I’ll take a laugh over a groan any day.
In my memoir classes, for example, one of the first things I ask my students to write is a humorous obituary for themselves. I want them to be silly, creative, and if possible, relaxed. There’s really no point in avoiding the topic, just as there’s no chance of avoiding the end result. More often than not, my students have fun with it.
Then I wondered just how far one could take the idea. Here are a few samples of what I discovered:
Clearly, Mr. Allison was a man with a mission, though not a terribly humorous one. Still, one has to credit whoever ponied up for the headstone. Alas, the headstone company did not offer any editorial assistance, or they’d have changed “that” to “who” in the inscription. There’s a lesson here I suppose, something like old editors never die, they just keep on annoying people forever.
Sadly, I never had the opportunity to meet Esther, but I have the distinct feeling we’d have gotten along well. And then there’s that editing thing again–the missing period (or exclamation point).
And finally, my absolute favorite:
Now that’s planning ahead!