To read the obituaries once in a while. Morbid, you say? Scary? Negative. None of the above.
An obituary is not a dry collection of facts; so and so was born on this date, married or didn’t, worked here, lived there, did this or that, is remembered (hopefully) by these and those.
Sure, that information gets in there, but an obituary is really a life story, and all life stories are fascinating. We are as unique as snowflakes, yet we all fall to the ground in the same direction.
Why do I read the obituaries? You might say I’m searching for advance information. Those who have gone ahead of me are in a place I will surely someday go.
So, yes, it’s a good idea to read about other people’s passing. Because you’ll get hit right on the head with the fact that every life, no matter how it’s lived, leaves this earth. Life is short, sometimes weird, sometimes awful, and sometimes joyful, but always worth remembering.
Exercise: Write your own obituary. Make it no longer than three paragraphs. Put it aside for a week or two, then re read it. Is there anything you would like to add?