>this is one news piece where the smarmy, dry humor should've been shelved. There's a time and a place for "hip and edgy" and an obit doesnt qualify.<
That place would be my family funerals! Haven't been to one yet, that wasn't funny, touching, revealing, entertaining, uplifting and comforting. There's nothing like the eulogies delivered by beloved members of the family at our funerals. Of course, we've been lucky in the fact that the dearly departed all lived to a ripe old age and weren't cheated out of any of life's opportunities, by being taken early. The progenitor of King Kenny and the grandfather of two very talented riders, Jr and Kurtis, lived 'till 82 and I doubt he was cheated out of anything either. One question I would have loved to ask Buster, is what makes parents of racers tick? I mean, why did we have to lobby for years to get mom and dad to quit calling them "murdercycles" and finally cave in and buy us a couple of Honda CT70's? Anyway, thanks again for the bikes, dad. We're all thirty years down the road from that first ride, on the snow covered dirt in Gorman, on that chilly December day. Believe it or not, those murdercycles haven't wiped out any of us yet. And yes, your funeral was funny, dad. Your brothers really told some great stories about you. Rest in peace, Buster.
To sleep! perchance to dream;ay, theres the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1.
Hey -- when our John plagiarizes, he plagiarizes from the best! How many of those yahoos over at Motorcyclist magazine quote Shakespeare?
Seriously, though, until recently, I worked for a company that operates funeral homes and cemeteries. John's narrative would fit right into the mainstream of contemporary eulogies.
I do not know if John had, in fact, intended to do an interview with Buster, or whether that is simply a literary device, but the theme of things left undone and unsaid is one of the most nearly universal reactions among the survivors. I feel that John captured this sentiment very well.