There was a newspaperman whose job it was to edit the obituary page. One day, things were slow on the job - nobody died - so he searched around for something to do. As he sat staring at the keys on his typewriter, he began to think about what his OWN obituary might look like if suddenly it became necessary to publish one. As he thought about it, he realized that there would not be very much to say beyond place of birth, job, family, and so on…