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Yes, we've all heard the "my name wasn't in the obituaries, that means it's a good day" joke. But in my case, during the summery of my junior year of high school, I actually saw my name in the obituary section.
There were a couple of slight differences: he was 16, I was 17 at the time, he lived about 50 miles away, and he died in a motorcycle accident (I had never ridden a motorcycle at that point in my life).
There was also a story in the "local" section about his accident.
So, I did what anyone else would do in my situation... I cut out the article and the obituary, and put them in my "random stuff to keep" drawer. I'm sure they're still laying around my parents house somewhere.
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