R.I.P.

Everyone should read the death notices at least once a week just to put life’s petty dramas in perspective. In the first place it’s comforting that I never see my own name. Secondly it’s worth noting that people die in alphabetical order so the further from ‘A’ the better. I’m in quite a good spot at ‘P’.

I’ve made a study of the death notices. It reinforces that character is all that counts.
So far after reading thousands of obituaries I’ve not come across one that praised the dear departed’s business plan, financial plan, marketing plan or travel plan.

There is no reference to the demised party’s ability to chair a meeting, plan time, read a spreadsheet, check a balance sheet or even match a bed sheet.

I can’t find one that comments on the loved one’s car, bank balance, address, or beach house.

I earnestly search for a reference that tells me someone somewhere thought the way their deceased associate spent so much time screaming about bills, scurrying after money, scratching to get ahead was actually worth as much as a pile of cocky doo doo.

Try a search of your own. You will either get a list of respectful relatives doing their duty with no further thought than that, or you’ll get some wonderful insights into what the living regard as important in character.

“ You sacrificed a life time in order for the following generations to live your dream of humanity.”
“ Mum, you were everything a son could have asked for.”
“ ...he bravely overcame severe adversity and suffering. His struggles and triumphs have enriched all of us who have known him.”
“Your strength, courage, love of life and your willingness to help people with an open heart has been instilled in all of us.”
“ You sacrificed so much for me, for my happiness, and foregoing things for yourself.”
“ Your words were always wise an you gave me good foresight on my decisions.”
“ Dad your strong beliefs in social justice, equality and fair play, bought you to this land of freedom in order for your children to have a better life.”

That’s why I say, ‘When all else fails, Character Works.’

I decided to write my own glowing obituary and spend the next 50 years deserving it.

© 2004 Colin Pearce