I confess I’m a regular reader of the obit page. When I come across someone whose formal obituary uses a phrase like “kicked the bucket,” I have to read it.
This happened today, and it provides another example of the “small world, small town” nature of where I live in Central New York.
I didn’t know Doug Burdick, whose bittersweet obit points out that he not only kicked the bucket, but did so on Valentine’s Day — reuniting him with his wife, who died in 2011.
The rest of the obit certainly didn’t disappoint. As for the planned celebration of his life (not a funeral), “Doug left specific written demands. Don’t make a fool of yourself, show up the way you always dress, No Monkey Suits. No tears welcome, just smiles. Relax, eat, drink, party and enjoy yourself. Grrrrrrr!”
Here’s the small-town connection — in lieu of flowers, he asked that contributions be made to the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, an organization I’m very familiar with. Mr. Burdick’s grandson, Bryce, is shaving his head March 1 in Syracuse to raise money for childhood cancer research.
Bryce is a member of a team of young kids, “Bodie’s Baldacious Baldies,” led by Bodie C., a fine young man I know. Here’s how to donate to Bryce’s efforts.
On the topic of colorful obits, I highly recommend “The Dead Beat,” a wonderful book by Marilyn Johnson about the art of obituary writing.