Teacher, dentist, fencer, spy

The herald again. There’s this odd habit of the fading north shore (and whatever the Melbourne equivalent is) white-bread petit bourgeoise.

When their elders die they clamor to get obituaries into the herald. No matter how obscure the dead folk.

I don’t know whether they, the living, pay for these adverturies or the income is simply amortised over accumulated subscription fees.

They are clearly not for our edification. A root cause analysis would suggest the motivation is an of mix of self-validation and self-esteem for the living.

The opinions of others…. yet again.