Here's old Peter Stimson, who has 'left a large circle of friends to mourn his untimely loss.' Lord, Anne, dearie, that man was eighty, and everybody who knew him had been wishing him dead these thirty years.

Read obituaries when you're blue, Anne, dearie--especially the ones of folks you know.

If you've any sense of humor at all they'll cheer you up, believe ME.

I just wish _I_ had the writing of the obituaries of some people.

Isn't 'obituary' an awful ugly word?
This very Peter I've been speaking of had a face exactly like one.