Obituary Quotes

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Christopher Hitchens
“The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. (It's the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall.”
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

Nicole Krauss
“When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit”
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“In a world spoiled by the obituary of attention and the dormancy of empathy, people are coming up short of authentic emotion. (“The upper lip must never tremble”)”
Erik Pevernagie

James Joyce
“Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.”
James Joyce, Ulysses

“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

John Green
“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, The Fault in Our Stars

Christopher Hitchens
“As the cleansing ocean closes over bin Laden's carcass, may the earth lie lightly on the countless graves of those he sentenced without compunction to be burned alive or dismembered in the street.”
Christopher Hitchens, The Enemy

Harold Bloom
“[José] Saramago for the last 25 years stood his own with any novelist of the Western world [..] He was the equal of Philip Roth, Gunther Grass, Thomas Pynchon and Don DeLillo. His genius was remarkably versatile — he was at once a great comic and a writer of shocking earnestness and grim poignancy. It is hard to believe he will not survive.”
Harold Bloom

Avi Steinberg
“Yet for quixotic reasons--namely, that I enjoyed writing obits--I had decided to scale back on articles about city life in order to write exclusively about the city's dead. For even less money. It was a strange and inexplicable career move.”
Avi Steinberg, Running the Books: The Adventures of an Accidental Prison Librarian

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Death devours not only those who have been cooked by old age; it also feasts on those who are half-cooked and even those who are raw.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

Josiah Willard Gibbs
His true monument lies not on the shelves of libraries, but in the thoughts of men, and in the history of more than one science.

{Gibbs's obituary for scientist Rudolf Clausius}”
Josiah Willard Gibbs

Thomas Henry Huxley
“Very few, even among those who have taken the keenest interest in the progress of the revolution in natural knowledge set afoot by the publication of the 'Origin of Species'; and who have watched, not without astonishment, the rapid and complete change which has been effected both inside and outside the boundaries of the scientific world in the attitude of men's minds towards the doctrines which are expounded in that great work, can have been prepared for the extraordinary manifestation of affectionate regard for the man, and of profound reverence for the philosopher, which followed the announcement, on Thursday last, of the death of Mr Darwin.”
Thomas Henry Huxley, Collected Essays of Thomas Henry Huxley

“The black hole of the galaxy swallows the boiling energy of human fury. Soon my waning fume will be obscured forevermore, all insignia of my ionized essence tucked into the anonymous pleat of the universe’s billowing skirt. Until the coarse earth’s rank mustiness calls for me, can I take comfort living purposefully in the rhythms of an ordinarily life? Can I unabashedly absorb the scintillating jewels in the daily milieu? Can I savor an array of pleasantries with my tongue, ears, nose, eyes, lips, and fingertips? Can I take solace in the tenderness of the nights by singing out songs of love and heartache? Can I devote the dazzle of daylight and the vastness of the night’s starriness to investigate life, make a concerted effort to reduce imbedded ignorance, and penetrate layers of obdurate obliviousness? Can I conduct a rigorous search for wisdom irrespective of wherever this journey takes me? Can I make use of the burly pack of prior personal experiences to increase self-awareness? Can I aspire to go forward in good spirits and cheerfully accept all challenges as they come? Can I skim along the delicate surface of life with a light heart until greeting an endless sleep with a begrudging grin in the coolness of the ebbing light?”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Hank Bracker
“Eight Bells: Robert J. Kane ‘55D died June 3, 2017, in Palm Harbor, Florida. He came to MMA by way of Boston College. Bob or “Killer,” as he was affectionately known, was an independent and eccentric soul, enjoying the freedom of life. After a career at sea as an Officer in the U.S. Navy and in the Merchant Marine he retired to an adventurous single life living with his two dogs in a mobile home, which had originally been a “Yellow School Bus.” He loved watching the races at Daytona, Florida, telling stories about his interesting deeds about flying groceries to exotic Caribbean Islands, and misdeeds with mysterious ladies he had known. For years he spent his summers touring Canada and his winters appreciating the more temperate weather at Fort De Soto in St. Petersburg, Florida…. Enjoying life in the shadow of the Sunshine Bridge, Bob had an artistic flare, a positive attitude and a quick sense of humor. Not having a family, few people were aware that he became crippled by a hip replacement operation gone bad at the Bay Pines VA Hospital. His condition became so bad that he could hardly get around, but he remained in good spirits until he suffered a totally debilitating stroke. For the past 6 years Bob spent his time at various Florida Assisted Living Facilities, Nursing Homes and Palliative Care Hospitals. His end came when he finally wound up as a terminal patient at the Hospice Facility in Palm Harbor, Florida. Bob was 86 years old when he passed. He will be missed….”
Captain Hank Bracker, The Exciting Story of Cuba

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“I want to leave behind something worth more than obituary posters when I am gone.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“Dragescu was "selfless and kind" but for her, the world had been a "bad place to live in", the family said in a statement.”
Lucy Pasha-Robinson

William F. Buckley Jr.
“He was everything. The soldier who loved poetry. The historian who loved to paint. The diplomat who thrived on indiscretion. The patriot with international vision. The orderly man given to electric spontaneities.
(on Winston Churchill)”
William F. Buckley Jr., A Torch Kept Lit: Great Lives of the Twentieth Century

Jaime Jo Wright
“May our obituaries someday say--preferably after we're dead, of course--that we lived in peace, in love, and mostly in grace”
jaime jo wright, The Reckoning at Gossamer Pond

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Everyone is no-one-to-be.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“It is a rare blessing to not want to live a second longer than you will live.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“This scroll is my personal obituary, a journal that documents my time toiling on this rocky orb. I labored to say who I am, how I lived, and frame the troubling questions regarding what I seek. I wrote in order to penetrate illusions, address the tedium of existence, gain insight into my true nature, and give conscious shape to the vestiges of a tormented man. I used this written journey of the mind to explore all prior reference points of self-identity and toiled to meld the disharmonious components of a fragmented psyche into a wholesome human being. Writing was a tool employed to use conscious suffering mercilessly to suppress a caustic ego and resurrect a more inclusive, synthetic, and unitive consciousness that no longer wants for anything or suffers from the travails of life.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“If you cannot display gloominess when announcing obituary, better eat bitter kola with garlic beforehand and beforeleg.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“It is highly un-African to casually puke out obituary announcement to a close relative except the announcer is pricing strangulation or has bought a second coffin for the recipient or himself. It is much better to tactfully preface the issue with preambles and have others present whose presence will prevent stories that touch the heart.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“In a bid to leave behind something worth more than an obituary notice on posters, some dance with death as if their present life is a photocopy only to be disappointed that it is actually the original when faced with a kiss of death.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“Anybody announcing obituary with a smile is liable to suspicion. Whether he is responsible for the death or not; he is irresponsible.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

L.J. Shen
“I watch her watch me. I'm so hard my brain can barely function. All my blood is in my dick, and it's so engorged it might explode if she just looks in its direction.

So this is what it feels like to die of horniness. My obituary is going to be embarrassing if anyone bothers writing it.”
L.J. Shen, Pretty Reckless

Jessica Knoll
“The world’s best mom,” her son Matthew said. This is what the editors chose to lead with, about a woman whose inventions made satellites possible.”
Jessica Knoll, The Favorite Sister

“More than half of the obituaries are that of delight.”
Mantaranjot Mangat, Plotless

“Yellow journalism turns purple when third page obituaries appear on page one.”
Mantaranjot Mangat, Plotless

“I've tried to deserve the privilege the best I can,' John McCain] said. 'And I've been repaid one thousand times over with adventures and good company, with the satisfaction of serving something more important than myself, of being a bit player in the extraordinary story of America. And I am so grateful.”
Jonathan Karl, Front Row at the Trump Show

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