Richard Dawkins‘ father died a couple days ago and he penned the obituary:
My father, (Clinton) John Dawkins, who has died peacefully of old age, packed an enormous amount into his 95 years.
He and Jean (who survives him) celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary in 2009. In his nineties John slowed down and his memory slipped peacefully away. He learned to laugh at his infirmities with the benign cheerfulness that often deserts the very old. It inspired deep love in the large extended family, living in four separate houses all within the dry stone wall enclosing the ancestral land that he and Jean had saved.
It’s a simple, straight-forward piece. There’s plenty to talk about with no need for references to heaven or a god. It’s sad to see someone go who left so many wonderful memories behind.