I caught this in my ego filter today. It’s an obituary for a guy who died recently named Bill Streeter. It’s a little disquieting to read an obituary for someone with your own name. I doubt that I had much in comon with this guy besides the name, but he seemed like he was a nice enough guy, and had people who loved him. He was 57, about 17 years older than me.

It makes me wonder what people will say about me when I’m gone. What my obit will read like. I’m sure it will all be nice enough. Few people want to speak ill of the dead, and fewer want to have it on record, so I don’t think I have to worry about any bad final reviews.

Anyway, there really is no big point to this post, other than how strange it is to read an obit with your own name.