A friend of mine at work found this obituary, which ran in the East Liverpool Review over the weekend. Pay particular attention to the first paragraph.



  1. My birthday is in February, so I always felt cheated out of things. My family would do this to me. (*take note: don’t die in cold months or during mom’s annual trek to Myrtle Beach*)

    Now in my 26th year of existence, I’ve decided to have a Half-Year Birthday. Because I only could have indoor pool parties at the Moon Holiday Inn, I’ve decided this year (on or around Aug. 21), I will have a Half-Year Birthday party.


  2. I’m interestedin the whodunit angle…

    …tough-guy family member?

    …stupid drunk obit writer?

    …disgruntled editor?



  3. Is similiarly intrigued, Large. And also laughing my ass off.

    re: half birthdays. I have two little girls with winter b-days (Nov. & Jan.). We are thinking of doing half birthday in a couple of years — at least once. We’ll see when we get there. It’d just be nice to have an outdoor option for a change.



  4. We do a have b-day party for my stepson who was born on December 24th. Kids don’t care when you have a party, just that you have it. And, it’s a whole lot easier to get family and friends together in June than it is to compete with all of the holiday hullabalu and the weather.

    P.S. We still have a cake and light the candles on the 24th.


  5. Danielle, I find sometimes it’s the still living people at the funeral who are the worst thing.

    I’m not sure which aspect of this obit I love the most: the “big bunch of sissies” aside or the odd choice for a portrait photo.


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