With fewexceptions, most obituaries are somber summaries of a life that has come and gone.
That’s not the case for a ninety-one-year-old great grandmother from Ohio named Jean Oddi.
According to her forty-five-year-old granddaughter Melissa Herby Falter, who penned her grandma’s obituary in first-person, Oddi was a “bitch” with a “kind heart,” and her obit had to reflect that.
“I was born. I lived. I died,” the obit begins. “I hate to admit it, but evidently I died.”
That’s unfortunate, because after reading the rest of it, you’re going to wish you could have known her and shared a drink hopefully staying on her good side.
The awesomeness continues:
It then goes on to detailher love of outlet shopping andno loss of love for her dad:
She then gives an epic list of shout outs to all of her friends and family, which gets a little sentimental, and outlines her accomplishments, like receiving a “doctorate in Bitchology, please see my card.”