Obituaries that are outright lies

I see quite a bit he/she lit up the room.

maybe he was a socially influential man. The politics of small towns can be surprising and peope with outwardly unimpressive roles can be quite powerful

This bothers me too and I feel like such an asshole for it. But I think it speaks to a kind of childish need to live in fantasy that is just not good for the human race in general. It's okay to not be that great. I think it reflects a kind of anxiety people have about being grand.

This will be an interesting thread. Thank you for starting it OP, but do you really think it’s impossible for a salesperson dealing w blue collar businesses to be a “pillar of the community” and “well-known to important businessmen.”? It might not be true, but it’s not because of what he did for a living. Sometimes those guys do the most for their communities.

People's resumes are usually grossly overstated. Why should their obits be any different?

I went to the service of a friend whose sister used the "she lit up the room". My friend most assuredly did not as she was rather shy and retiring but I think a lot of people don't know what else to say and are not comfortable writing and speaking in public so just stick to platitudes.

I recently had a friend die and there was an outpouring of love about what a nice guy he was. He was nice sometimes but he was a sloppy drunk who would drunk call people and insult them.

“He was a lying sack of shit who abandoned his kids. His good side was only shared with a string secret lovers…”

String of*

Personally, I light up a room, am a pillar of my community, and I look 20 even though I am 60.

It's not just narcissism to repaint an awful person as a Saint. It's also done for people who did nothing with their lives or lived extremely boring and unremarkable lives by disappointed surviving relatives trying to save face.

Weird thing to get angry about. Unless they were writing nice things about Hitler type scumbag, who cares. Of course they are going to exaggerate

“Beloved cunt”. I mean “beloved aunt”!!!

When my evil mafioso uncle died his obituary said he was "a devout Catholic who helped everyone". Vomitous.

Someone should start a meme page constructed of nothing but posts of "honest" obituaries as a buffer. Here's what ChatGPT came up with from the fictional info I fed it.

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**Obituary: John Archibald Smith (1952 - 2024)**

John Archibald Smith, born on May 8, 1952, in Boston, MA, shuffled off this mortal coil on February 18, 2024, leaving behind a legacy as complex as his spreadsheets and as controversial as his courtroom arguments.

Son of Oliver and Mary Smith (nee Lima), John was an individual who charted his own unique path through life—a path that most bystanders would describe as a twisted, self-serving maze with a 'no trespassing' sign. Educated in business administration, John segued seamlessly into law school, where he earned his jurisdoctor in 1978. He then carved out a storied career in law, specializing in defending more dubious characters than a Shakespearean villain.

John's professional success, however, was overshadowed by his reputation as a neighbor's nightmare and a family's foil. Despite marrying Carol amidst the tumult of law school in 1975, their union was a seemingly bumpy ride—rocky enough to hide more skeletons than the family mausoleum. They were blessed (or cursed) with two sons, Darren (born 1977) and Luke (born 1981), who were treated by their father with all the warmth of a polar vortex.

While some may laud John's tenacity in his professional endeavors, his personal life was more intricate than a telenovela plot twist. His so-called friends were more like professional associates, with their relationship akin to a client-lawyer privilege—strictly business and rarely cordial. Even his closest confidant and golfing buddy, Greg, had a long-standing affair with Carol, a saga that wouldn't be out of place in a soap opera. Unbeknownst to John (or maybe beknownst but unacknowledged), Greg turned out to be not just a friend in court, but also a friendly face at home—particularly friendly, if you catch our drift.

John's passing leaves behind a ripple effect more complicated than a tax code amendment. His younger son, Luke, celebrated the revelation that the man he loathed wasn't actually his father, instead finding paternal solace in Greg's golf swing and charming demeanor. Darren, unfortunately, found solace elsewhere, navigating life's challenges with more turbulence than a drunk pilot.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that any mourners considering sending condolences kindly send them to the nearest rehab center, where Darren may or may not be receiving his nth round of self-discovery.

John will be remembered for his distinctive presence in this world, much like a pebble in a shoe—unwelcome, abrasive, and impossible to ignore. May he find in the next life the empathy and companionship that eluded him in this one.

Rest in peace, John Archibald Smith. May your obituary be as honest as your account books.

Everyone who dies of an illness always bravely fights that illness toward the end.

I doubt they did anything like that.

Most obituaries are filled with lies.

Far more people are "deeply missed by their loved ones" in obituaries than they are in real life.

I come from a small town, rural region. Everybody knows everybody or knows OF everybody. There are large, interrelated families whether by biology or marriage.

For my entertainment dollar, nothing surpasses an obituary for settling a score or creating one.

Common trouble areas - Whose name was left out? Whose name was mentioned (a baby born on the wrong side of the blanket is a good one for that)?

As for a lie, "(S)He is survived by the love of their life for 35 years of marriage_____( surviving spouse's name)".

Without exception, every time a surviving spouse uses those words, it's cause for eyeroll and laughter because everybody knows the dead spouse cheated on their spouse, sometimes in a long-time relationship with their paramour.

The surviving spouse knows it, too, but it's their way of having the last word.

I get the Charleston WV Gazette on Sundays. The first thing I turn to are the obits.

Most go on and on like a novella. I am not a beloved anything. Mine will be short and sweet R19

Just the facts, which needn't be tedious (at least in some cases) but without any note of the feelings of his survivors or embroidered interpretations of people's feelings, dead or alive.

"He enjoyed a far-flung circle of friends of all ages and backgrounds and perspectives." Okay.

"His face always lit up like an Xmas tree when he saw one of his old drinking buddies." No.

Stuff that's purely filler harvested from some other poor fucker's flowery obit, that's purely a matter of opinion and perspective and well-meaning (mis-)attribution doesn't belong.

Who was this guy? For what is he known or will be remembered? Where did he live or move around in the world? Work/Pursuits/Lifelong interests?/Accomplishments? And survivors? Nothing more.

I don’t think that’s too bad.

My best friend’s step dad who was also my mom’s former coworker died a few years ago. The obituary referred to mother of his biological children/first wife as the love of his life and first love. My mom cackled. It was a messy divorce and he didn’t shed a tear when she died. They got married super young because she was pregnant.

I just love the obits that say something really funny so you know the dearly departed wrote it: one years ago was for an elderly Chicago woman and the final line was something like, “never vote for Republicans” or something similar. Priceless.

Mrs. Stone was a very successful, long time business owner. In fact, she was the owner of arguably the most popular entertainment attraction across the tri-county area.

The location of this business as most of the men reading this obituary will attest to was between her legs. She also had a second entertainment attraction lovingly referred to as the Backdoor Blown Out.

I question whether this journalist's obituary, which appeared in the Sunday Times, got it right, when it quotes the decedent:

[quote] In this time of assaults on the media, cries of bias, allegations of fake news and alternate facts, and even charges the press is an enemy of the American people, your job is the same now as it was then: the pursuit of the truth. I remember on the day of President Kennedy's assassination, a newscaster had mixed reports on the president's condition. Obviously upset by the lack of information, he turned away from the camera and shouted, "Go find out!" I never forgot that moment, nor should you, whatever tools of the trade become standard or whatever manifestation the news business takes.

This sounds more like the Frank Reynolds coverage of the assassination attempt on Reagan.

When I had my store, there was a woman in the neighborhood whom everyone knew because she 'talked a good game'. She looked very much like Jackie O (from a distance you would have sworn it was her). She would come into my store and tell me all about the 'business' she was opening or investing in - and did I want to take part ? "No thanks", I answered every time. Of all her business dreams, she opened three...

Within ten years or so, she opened : a flower shop, a bridal salon, and a 'hat boutique'. Everyone and anyone who owned a business in the neighborhood knew damn well they all closed because she didn't know how to run a business, and failed at each one and never paid rent or her suppliers (she loved to socialize with other WASPs, not run a successful business). The flower shop and later the tea room each lasted about a year. She closed each one abruptly and blamed 'the horrid conditions of the retail space' and the landlord who wouldn't address them. (I knew one of the landlords very well, as he was trying to rent his space out to me at one time - very nice, honest guy. He told me he had to evict her - she hadn't paid a dime in rent since she signed her lease. He didn't take legal action against her, as it wasn't worth the expense. It was well known she did the same with her other business).

Her biggest flop was the bridal salon. She opened in an excellent space in the neighborhood, and filled it with the most beautiful wedding gowns. She knew NOTHING about weddings and bridal gowns. I remember one mutual customer came into my store, and told me 'that woman knows nothing about fittings or selling a gown to a young bride' (this was the bride's mother). But she talked a good game, and had young women making down payments on wedding gowns she would never order for them. She lasted nearly a year before this caught up with her, and the AG's office padlocked her doors. She screwed many innocent people - the landlord, the customers, the suppliers who filled her shop with wedding gown samples, utility companies, the tax collector - out of so much money. To avoid legal consequences (apparently), she packed her stuff and moved to her native England. This was in 2005, when she was 70.

Ten years later, she passed away at 80. Her daughter, who still lived here with her own family, ran an on-line obituary here. She described her mother as 'a brilliant local business woman, who had the magic touch of making each of her three business ventures a landmark success with her loyal customers, and the envy of her competitors'.

Yeah - that's the legacy she left behind.

^^^ My correction - I mention ' tea room' above, when I meant hat shop. It was a popular 'tea room' for many years, before she took the space and turned it into a hat shop.

“Herr Hitler was a veteran who took great pride in having served his country, He reached great heights in his decades-long political career, and took a great interest in art and architecture. Indeed, even today, his influence can be seen in the layout of cities across Europe…”

Well, yeah. Obituaries are often written by the grieving next of kin, and reflect how they want the deceased to be seen.

My mom lost her first husband very young. Melanoma. Dead at 34. Mom was 30. Two kids. Sad all around. I am a product of the 2nd marriage. I was kind of obsessed with her first husband. He worked for the newspaper, so there was considerable coverage when he died. There was an article saying, "he vowed to beat the cancer ... on the day he died." I was so sad. I asked my mom if he really thought he was getting better. She got so weary, looked at the article and sighed. "I hate to tell you, but you can't trust everything you read."

I am contemplating writing my own obituary.

"Hi, this Charles. I wrote my obituary after my terminal diagnosis because I thought you'd like to read the story of my life straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.

"In 1951 was born to ... etc.etc.etc."

I think we've had a thread about what they really mean in an obituary.....

"He/she lit up a room" = Antisocial asshole that cussed everyone out

R31 do it!

When my Aunt passed away my mother wrote up the obit and ended it with "She loved her fir babys and the Green Bay Packers." Never in my forty-some years did I ever see her watch a football game? My Aunt was much more like Mrs. Oleson and Jessica Fletcher combined. I could see her having solved a murder.

^^^ "Fur Babies"

When my nefarious mafioso uncle finally croaked his obituary read that he was a "kind, generous gentleman who helped everyone in need", a devoted family man who only had eyes for his wife and was a devout Catholic who did so much for the church for many decades.

I'm surprised a bolt of lightning didn't strike the newspaper office that published this rubbish.

When my mother died, I told the rabbi he should lead his eulogy with her efforts to broker Middle East peace.

I’m just waking up to this phenomenon- startling isn’t it?

OP, you don’t know that tire shop guy didn’t offer free/low cost services to disenfranchised or poor folks. You don’t know that he wasn’t on public advisory boards for the arts or non-profits. You don’t know that he didn’t volunteer every weekend by reading to the blind or cancer wards. You don’t know that he wasn’t extremely well-endowed and fucking half the county.

The COVID obituaries were full of them. Some obese MAGAs in their 50's on up who 'were always there for their friends and family and God.'

Barf. No they weren't. They were hateful, small-minded assholes who could have prevented their own deaths.

Jesus Christ’s was a doozy.

Some online obituaries allow others to leave comments.

About a decade ago, a sleazy guy in my neighborhood who was a known con artist had tons of angry comments on his obituary from the people he swindled. It was actually pretty funny to read.

Grandma always said if you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullshit.

After one of my cousins died during the pandemic, I would swear I had a conversation with my mother and sister in which they said my cousin's kids so struggled to write her obit that they sat down and wrote their own. Well, cut to my mother's passing a little over a year ago, and when I asked my sister where the obit was she looked at me like I was a space alien and said "what do you mean?" and "would you write it?" so I did. I wrote two versions: a short version for printing in the newspaper and a longer form for posting on the funeral home website and the newspaper's website. I thought I captured her pretty well, described her life succinctly and managed to put a few laugh lines in there; she was a strong, independent and funny woman.

Was I surprised. Almost everyone who came to her memorial service mentioned the obit as they came in and worked their way down the reception line talking to my brother, sister and me. My sister read the long version obit for the crowd. Days later when we had to stop by and pick up some paperwork, the director of the funeral home asked me if I wrote obits professionally. When I said no, he asked me if I would consider providing it as a service to his customers (to which I politely declined).

Lit up a room : coming clean about an arsonist? 🔥

My aunt had her husband's niece wrote his eulogy - but it was too over the top. She insisted that he be brought down to earth and included that he had espoused a lot of hateful views that was out of ignorance and how he was raised.

Lots of respect for my aunt for doing that.

Funerals and the events and traditions surrounding them are a big lie. Suddenly, the father who beat you becomes a great dad, and the lady who slept with half the high school football team becomes an advocate for education and sports recreation. She died surrounded by loved ones, which means she died in the back bedroom of her condo with her dog and cat. Death is just one big lie after the next.

No one tells the truth in those things.

There was a guy who lived in my neighborhood who fathered three children from three different women. Poor guy had a very bad drug addiction - none of the 'baby mamas' wanted him in their lives or the kids lives. He told me countless times he had seen his eldest child twice (the first year she was born) and never met his younger two kids (both sons). He didn't know where they lived or how to get in touch with them. He wouldn't know them if he fell over them (he told everyone this sad story). A couple of years ago, he passed away (not certain how). His family wrote his obituary and included the line that he was "The loving, doting father to his three children, who were the love of his life. He was always there for them, and they will miss him.".

Well, they DID miss him, R47.

Doesn't it feel like obituaries are templates now? Name of x city, wife/spouse of X - brief career history, hobbies - list of children/their spouses and their grandchildren's names.

Why bother? They're not required.

I'd like to see them mix it up - some funny or outrageous things they did or said. A favorite meal or alcoholic drink. Names of people or things they couldn't stand.

Why not? They're dead - have some fun with it! Why do we have such boring repeated life events?

Buy an hour of drinks at your favorite bar with a dancing contest. Too fucking somber and morbid.

The Offical DL'er Sport : Reading obituaries.

[quote] Doesn't it feel like obituaries are templates now? Name of x city, wife/spouse of X - brief career history, hobbies - list of children/their spouses and their grandchildren's names.

If you're going to follow that format, at least have some historical context. Include your dead parents and grandparents (if you had a favorite of two). So many such obituaries ignore such important (earlier) life figures, while including lesser lights, like in-laws, dead or alive. Or people like end-of-life like (paid) caregivers. Don't understand this.

Just Melvin, Just Evil, is about Melvin, a man who molested multiple daughters and step-daughters. At his funeral (1 hour, 10 minute mark or so), the preacher tries to spout some bullshit and a couple of the daughters (drunk) start talking back and heckling.

Sadly a lot of people don't have obituaries or death notices any more. Obituaries can cost up to 1K to publish - newspapers lost almost all of their ad revenue in the old classified to Craigslist, and they severely jacked up the price of obits, which I think used to be free or had a limited cost.

As someone who does genealogy research, 90+ percent of what I've discovered was either directly from an obit, or because the obit gave me some little piece of data/info that helped me find more. So I'm bummed that source of information has dipped in popularity.

My cousin died at the age of 78 about two weeks ago. His obit said he graduated from college but his law school education was interrupted because of this draft.

It was my recollection he never graduated from college because he flunked out, which, back in the day, made one automatically eligible for the draft.

So, I guess one could say technically his law school education was cut short by the draft.

Sounds like rewriting history, R54. If he hadn't flunked out of law school, he wouldn't have been drafted.

Causation is misapplied in that obit.

I'm Italian, and I'm tired of reading obituaries of old Italian women which include the inevitable:

The deceased loved making "Sunday Gravy" for her family of 14 every week, until the day she died. She had a vegetable garden, which she grew the tomatoes and onions herself to make the gravy. She always said everyone was welcome for dinner - family, friends or strangers - any day of the week.

She was a devout Catholic who attended the Rosary prayer group at church, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at noon. She never missed daily mass, nor Sunday mass at 8 am. She played Bingo every Thursday night at 7 pm in the Church Hall.

If ever a friend or neighbor dropped in to make a quick visit, she always had a pot of coffee ready and a platter of her home-made wine biscuits. She always made you feel welcome.

The deceased kept a lovely rose garden in her front yard, which she managed to prune herself each summer.

She never missed a baseball game on TV, and rooted for her beloved team (the Red Sox or the Yankees, depending where her parents settled down in 1901).

She still played her old Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra records when she cleaned her house on Saturdays.

She was a staunch Democrat, and belonged to the Democratic League of Italian Women since 1963. She volunteered for Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro in 1984.

She was predeceased by her husband, (at least one) son, and her eleven brothers and sisters.

"Went home to be with the Lord."

I remember reading one obituary that said the decedent "snuck out the back door."

R56 I do like that obituary, thoughts

though*

R56 Genuinely led life or not that could be just about anyone's Nonna.

Well, one thing you never have to deal with is pissing off the person who the obituary is written about.

In today's on-line obituaries, there is an obit for Polly a 96 year old of 100% Irish heritage. Here's what I learned about Polly, who was affectionately called 'Aunt Polly' by everyone she ever met ...

Polly lived a very independent and active life until a few weeks ago, when she was struck by illness. She walked everywhere in town - up until a few years ago, she also rode her bike.

She loved a good Guinness with her favorite dinner: Corned Beef and Cabbage.

Her humble abode was nicknamed 'The Irish Cottage' since she displayed her collection of over 100 Shamrocks which she collected over the years when she traveled in the summer.

When she went dancing at the VFW every Saturday night with her nieces, she always wore an Emerald Green dress and matching shoes. Everyone knew when she made it to the dance floor.

She was devoted to St. Patrick, and was a parishioner at St. Patrick's Catholic Church. Her funeral will be from St. Patrick's this Wednesday, same church where she was baptized 96 years ago this past April. St, Paddy's Day was her favorite holiday, and she celebrated from morning to midnight.

You could always find her sitting outside or in her house reading a 'good mystery book'. She had hundreds of mystery books she collected since her early 20s, many were bought at yard sales.

She went bowling every Monday night right up into her mid-80s, and her team was known as 'The Shamrocks'.

She worked all her life as a secretary at the all-girls Catholic high school, until retiring in 2003 at age 75.Over the years, all the girls and the teachers called her 'Aunt Polly'.

She never married, and she leaves behind many nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids. She outlived her four brothers and her sister.

(I wonder who has to go through all the books and shamrock shit before they put the Irish Cottage up for sale?)

Most obits are riddled with either inaccuracies or outright lies. Family members tend to want to make their dear departed loved ones look the best possible. Then you have the inherent problem of someone who didn't even know the deceased writing an obituary based on what they were told by various family members. It's just like someone telling one person something and as the story gets passed down the line it gets changed dramatically to the point that the it has little relationship to the original story.

She gave her time, energy, and love to many= she was a whore

He was a devoted husband and father= he was the ring leader of the cult

She touched all those she met= she was a pervert

He never met a stranger= he was a nosy bitch

I have always assumed that obituaries describe people as their family wishes to remember them, or else as part of the façade that families hope to present before the community in which they live. Nobody wants to sully the legacy of a loved one, nor compromise their own image, by bringing up unappealing traits or unsavoury events in what will be, in all likelihood, their last public remembrance. I think that this is more than understandable, even if often the things included in these obituaries are distortions or at times, downright lies.

I will always remember when one of my brother's colleagues committed suicide 20 years ago. He was extremely unpopular at work because he was a heavy drug user, had constant mood swings and would frequently refuse to work in anything he didn't enjoy. He was also quite the bully. In fact, his colleagues would often openly express their astonishment at the fact that he still had a job, given how insufferable and unstable his behaviour was. Well, after he committed suicide, his family and so-called girlfriend made such a fuss, that you would have through that a paragon of virtue had died, and the church would soon sanctify him. He was loving, generous, bright, had had a very promising future ahead of him and everyone adored him, because he was a celestial being. Also, the "girlfriend" was quoted in an article saying that before he committed suicide, they had been talking about marriage and her last words to him were 'I love you'.

Well, people who knew him outside of work said that he practically didn't have any contact with his family, with whom he had a relationship marked by extreme mutual hostility. Also, the catalyst for his suicide was the fact that his ex-girlfriend had broken up with him two days before the event, telling him that she was tired of his bullshit, drug use and abusive behaviour, and that she never wanted to see him again. So yes, in this case what was divulged in the media was meant to completely misrepresent the truth and preserve the family's public image, as well as alleviate the ex's guilt. I am sure that many other obituaries follow the same pattern, even though I am also certain that many others do not.

[quote]My eyes could not have rolled back into my head any harder.

Pics please.

This goes back to the ‘80s, but an editor then of one of Detroit’s major dailies would refer to Detroit as the city of fiancées because so many of its obituaries were for men who were said to be “fiancées.”

It gets worse: Someone who used to work with a friend of mine passed away a few years ago and is featured on some "Remembered Forever" website.

Not only was this woman a nasty, obese backstabber who tormented her colleagues, the messages from her grieving family "to" her on the website indicate she probably set wedges between her son and husband. Nasty breeder drama created by a woman who had her first heart attack in her 30s, and never stopped eating crap. She left behind a big, embarrassing mess. She actually looked like a very ugly man, but was clearly fucked up beyond belief.

Her kids were maybe in their late teens/early 20s when she died, and obviously not prepared for it. Her husband seemed like a bastard taking out his grief on the son. All detailed in their messages to her after her death.

What she did in the workplace was heinous. My friend hated/feared her, but the messages on the memorial website are just unbelievable. For her family to air that kind of disharmony/not coping had us speechless.

“In his spare time, he pursued woodworking and gardening.” Translation: He put up a new mailbox five years ago and mows the lawn when forced.

James Smith did eat his home on Sunday afternoon.

Give it a rest OP.

An extended family member recently died pretty young— mid sixties.

He had been on disability for years. I gathered it was for bad arthritis.

He seems to have died from an intestinal issue, which I assume came from abusing opiates. I’ve left out a lot, but this is a safe bet.

Anyway, his daughter (who, despite all odds, is a very good egg) wrote his obituary. It said he died after “bravely fighting a long illness.”

I don’t know if she meant it to refer to his battling drug addiction, but if so that’s pretty well done.

Catherine Zeta Jones, deceased at 87.

I only ever read obits to try and figure out cause of death (if strangers or acquaintances) or to make sure they were written well (if I knew and cared about them).

Even with the people I knew, I assume there are aspects of their personalities and rolrd fulfilled at times of their lives, of which I'm unaware.

Assuming you know everything about a person's life based on your limited interaction with them or your biases doesn't give you an accurate picture of the totality of another human being.

*roles fulfilled

The only thing more nausea and cringe inducing than obituaries are the New York Times wedding announcements/articles. Halfway through, if you can get that far, you wish an asteroid had struck the wedding and killed all those annoying people. I'm horrible, I know.

The pastor in the church I attended growing up stopped allowing family members to give eulogies. I think a few ended in fistfights.

It’s trashy when family members give eulogies. I don’t think I ever saw this until I went to a Catholic funeral / mass.

A life of heathenry is often glossed over with "She was of the Baptist faith." Or Methodist, or whichever denomination, but with no church membership listed because she never went.

R79, it was a Catholic church, with its share of crazy Irish and Italian parishioners.

A friend of mine died a few years ago after a terrible illness. Most of us at the funeral had known him since elementary school. While we all loved him in a way, most of us knew the truth: that he was a wishy-washy, closeted gay who presented this facade to people who hadn’t known him since childhood that he was from this wealthy Southern family and that he was a financial genius.

At his funeral, instead of any of his long term real friends or even his family, he had a couple of work friends speak and read what he had written. We were all sitting there looking at each other like, “who the fuck are they talking about??” I had bruises on my sides from the friends on either side of me digging their elbows into me.

Of course, he had the right to be remembered how he wanted, but overall it was just sad that he never lived his life in any genuine way.

I was high school friends with the daughter of a prominent local politician. My friend died in an accident. Rather than have any of her actual friends speak at the memorial service, the family asked a guy we went to school with who was not friends with her (in fact she couldn’t stand the guy), but who was regarded as a future political type. It made me ill to see the family using her funeral to try to “launch” this guy’s political career. His political career hasn’t amounted to much. He’s still a small-town local politician type, living in the same small town we grew up in.

I just saw a news clip about a young woman who got murdered by a sugar daddy (met online). In addition to the sugar daddy, she was a student and had a job at a beauty shop. Beauty shop coworker said: "She liked to live life to the fullest."