The funeral director was there. You've got to count me in the number too. His nephew, in a simple statement, summarized his uncle's life. He loved sunrises. I remember that funeral every time I read an obituary in the newspaper.
Obituaries are sad things.
With an economy of words, just like the statement of this man's nephew, someone attempts to summarize a whole life. An obituary is a listing of just a few standard facts. It is so sparse that it can feel as bad as the death itself. Name, age, date of death, relatives names, place and time of the funeral, and maybe a little about one's work. Gravestones are even sparser.