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You mean there isn’t already a national website keeping track of people who die?
E-bituaries, duh.
My prediction? It will go the way of phone listings. While you used to get the White Pages delivered free to your door with a comprehensive listing of every phone company customer in your area who didn’t specifically request an unlisted number, now you perform an internet search and get to a page where for $19.99 you can pay to see the listings for everybody in the world with that name, whether they wish to remain unlisted or not.
So you’ll go to obit.com or whatever and when you type in a name, you’ll get a page that says “There are 11 dead people by that name. To find out if any of them are in fact your father, please click the PayPal icon on the right of your browser window.”
Actually, that would be a great business opportunity for some enterprising young computer nerd.
For a second I thought you were talking about the New York Times, because there’s an article in Atlantic saying it might just do that by June.
Anyway, no matter how provincial your sentiments may be, there is an unspoken edict among journalists the “The Times” can only refer to the Old Grey Lady.
Pah. There’s only one newspaper that says “The Times” across the top, and it ain’t the Old Grey Lady or the Blethen rag.
Obituaries are the true measure of a community and the people who live in it. Going to some crappy website isn’t the same.
Finding out your father died via newspaper obituary suggests a far larger problem than the death of local newspapers.
All I could find were pay sites that were really part of genealogy sites (family trees).
I was shocked that the P-I & Times charge almost $100 an inch for an obituary (another $150 to add a picture). Maybe Craig’s list could do an obit, but, like the newspapers, they will need to be able to verify the death through the death certificate or the funeral home (otherwise we will read Dan Savage’s obituary every week.)
Without the obituary page we will all live forever.
If someone dies and there’s no one there to report it, are they really dead?
I don’t know about all of you but I plan on running my obit in the New York Times. Problem solved.
Just about all newspapers contract with Legacy.com, anyway. Few (aside from the larger ones) even bother putting obits in print anymore, even the ones (just about all) that make you pay for them.
Yeah, now how are we going to know when people die of ricin poisoning?
Where are The Stranger’s obituaries?
I didn’t think people would be so dense to think I meant the New York Times rather than the Seattle Times, since the word Times was shortly proceeded by P-I. When I refer to the New York Times, I say New York Times (or the Los Angeles Times, or the London Times).
#7 Don’t blame me. I tried to have a relationship with the S.O.B.