It used to be that one of the "perks" of the low-paying journalism game was that you were pretty sure of getting an obit in your own paper when you died. That promise went away when the numbers of reporters and editors boomed in the 1970s and 1980s. And although we in the media are pretty self-absorbed, we do remind ourselves that we may not be nearly as fascinating to accountants, bus drivers and administrative assistants.
A cluster of journalist deaths occurred last week: A pretty decent Wall Street Journal science writer, a well-known religion writer and we've had a spate of ex-Posties: copyeditor Ruthell Howard, editor Vivian Aplin-Brownlee and editor John Sharkey.
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