It isn't often that I find a death notice for someone I know well. Once in a while I come across the parent of someone I went to high school with, or maybe a teacher I had or a former neighbor. When a friend or relative dies, I always read their obituary, as well. I'm not sure why. It's just part of the process of accepting that someone is really gone, I suppose.
One morning a few years ago, I was casually scanning through the list of names when I came across one I immediately recognized. My own. I nearly did a spit take with my coffee because I was fairly certain I wasn't dead. I think I may have even called my mom to confirm it. Once the initial shock wore off and my blood began to circulate again, I read the entry. The deceased woman was older than me and lived in a different town. Our last name being fairly uncommon, I figured she must be a relative so I called Mr. W and asked him. It turns out she was an aunt he hadn't seen in years.
I've often said any day above ground is a good day. The same is true for any day you don't find your name in the obituaries.