Obituary writing is a difficult skill. No matter who the person or what they’ve done, you’re supposed to be balanced. Measured. Impartial.
Laying out the facts, maybe a little flick here and there to give a hint of their standing, but on the whole dead (I know, I know) straight.
There are exceptions, of course. I got sent – I collect these things – a scathing one from the Florida Times-Union, that a son had written about his estranged father.
