I read the obituaries every day. Like wouldn't miss them.
I scan for little babies first, because it's so heartbreaking. I love the elderly people who's loved ones put in a picture of them when they were young. Especially the really old military pictures.
I love reading the stories, about how people lived their lives and all the people who loved them. It's like a little token of respect, to me, to read what someone carefully crafted about the person that they loved so much.
And, because I'm morbid, I want to hear how they died. But, I guess it's how you lived that matters most, not how you died.
It makes you wonder, though, what your own obituary will say. Or, at least, it does me.