Disgrace Dispatch would put what the person died of and which hospital. Cleveland papers don't do that. But Cleveland puts in pictures, which Columbus never did (or at least used to).
I have often joked, both to 710 and my mother, about the pictures in the Plain Dealer. You think this young man or woman passed away only to see they're 87 or 71. I've never understood the reasoning of putting in the picture you took at 24.
I suppose that wasn't the joke.
My thing was, that when I died, I'd put a picture of when I was 10 in the paper.
Maybe it wasn't so funny that some 80 year old did just that only last week. The bastard stole my bit.
It took less than a week for that dude to be one-upped.
The obit is sad enough that, if these aren't typos, the woman carried a dead baby for three days, but the need for the sonogram image? Really???
There is only one way for me to top this now. Clearly when the time comes, I'll have to have a picture of a singular spermatozoa. Or a Hershey bar in my father's back pocket.
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