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Arthur Miller, one of the great American playwrights, whose work exposed the flaws in the fabric of the American dream, died Thursday night at his home in Roxbury, Conn. He was 89.

What a fantastic opening. I had never really considered the joys of a well-written obituary, but your observation is correct. This one in particular was lovely.

For the record, Miller's death made me rather sad. The first play I was ever in (that wasn't a musical) was Incident at Vichy, and it had a huge impact on me at the time. I read Death of a Salesman every couple of years and can still hardly believe how wonderfully written it is. What a loss.


A former boss of mine who subscribed to the Guardian Weekly used to lament the failure of most major American papers to get it about the obituary, which is considered a high art form in Britain. (He was from Chicago, himself.)

I think I'll go find this one, Jarrett. Thanks for the tip.

Miss Bliss

"...rode the bronco/elephant/bitch of fame across the decades..." just might be my new favorite saying from now on! You are correct sir, a well written obit is a gift but then it does require a well and richly lived life as source material.

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