I hate obituaries, the finality and the sadness of them. I pray not to read my own.
But I read the weekly obituary in the Economist. They are written with such grace and such compassion. They don't tell the story of the person who died; they tell the story of the person who lived.
This one, about the last French soldier, brought me to tears twice. The writer makes the person still seem alive. In a way, his thoughts and his humanity still are.
