by Zoë Pollock
Stephen Miller enlightens us:
There’s not much room for tears in the metropolitan daily obit business. It’s a business like any other, and countertransference is discouraged. The only obits that have left me thoroughly discouraged are those rare ones for young people. Rare because it is unusual to find a young person who actually merits one. … But when the young person, the thirtysomething with small children, say, crosses this obit writer’s desk, he pushes the chair back and reflects for a moment on how fleeting and glorious — and unfair — life is.
The Dish 