We learn an awful lot about a person reading about their death.
I appreciate a good obituary; one that speaks to a life lived. Unfortunately many of us don’t have the luxury of being eulogized in inch after inch of newspaper type by someone who can adequately navigate the arc of our life. So our families are left with the task.
Usually, it’s a very utilitarian thing, here’s who died, here’s who they were close to (if you know them you should attend), and here’s the where and when. It’s not until the end we learn the most about them.
“Memorial contributions may be made to…”
Sometimes this is where we find what killed the person, which is a shame (unless what causes their death was their cause). But…