More than you ever wanted to know about Obituary Writing. It even reads like one for a while.
Dead OnBy Paul McLeary
In the winter of 1996, a self-proclaimed “computer guy” working for a Japanese bank in lower Manhattan got the idea to start a magazine. As with any other self-funded and self-fueled endeavor, the ’zine would reflect the tastes and aesthetic of its creator — in this case, a guy who loved to write obituaries.
Called Goodbye!, the magazine was packed with a cast of characters who didn’t seem to have much in common other than the fact that they were all, well, dead. Among that first issue’s entries were Red Thunder Cloud, the last known speaker of the Catawba language; Ray McIntire, the inventor of Styrofoam (who never received a penny for his invention but likely some bad environmental karma); and Rolando and Carmelita Bolante, who were both electrocuted when they “came to the aid of their pig, which had a live wire stuck in its mouth.”
What tied all these people together? The abiding admiration — or fascination — of Steve Miller, the ’zine’s founder and main contributor, and the current obituaries editor for The New York Sun, a three-year-old Manhattan daily. “With Goodbye! I just did whoever floated my boat,” he says, “pretty much whoever I thought I could say something interesting or sardonic about, I would write.”
Since taking over the obit helm at the Sun, Miller has carved out a place for himself as one of the nation’s most talented — and iconoclastic — obituary writers. Part of the appeal is his eclectic subject choices, but he also brings to the form serious reporting and a singular, literary style. As Claire Martin, The Denver Post’s obit writer says, Miller has the “kind of dry humor and acute insights that elevate his profiles into nonfiction short stories.”
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