Just by chance, my eye caught the title of Marilyn Johnson’s book, The Dead Beat. On bringing it home, I was caught up in the web of words surrounding the world of obituaries. What a celebration.
I don’t know about you, but after reading the obit of Gonzo journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, I wondered why we all didn’t write our own obits. In a article,Wikipedia describes Gonzo journalism as beginning with in an article on “Thompson, who later popularized the style. The term has since been applied to other subjective artistic endeavors.
Gonzo journalism tends to utilize personal experiences and emotions to achieve an accurate representation of a phenomenon, as compared to traditional journalism that favors using a detached writing style and relies on facts or quotations that can be verified by third parties. Gonzo journalism disregards the strictly edited product favored by newspaper media and strives for a more gritty, personal approach—the personality of a piece is just as important as the event the piece is on. Use of sarcasm, humor, exaggeration, and profanity is common.”
Could we all do that for ourselves…this brutal honesty? Our obits would be lively things, and our deaths would keep us out of jail. Do we have it within ourselves to have some fun with our own departures? I’m certainly willing to try.