Thursday, April 10, 2014

Honest Obituaries




Several months ago there was an obituary placed in a local newspaper citing the death of one Marianne Johnson-Reddick. However, it wasn’t your ordinary obit but a litany of complaints about the abuse her children had to endure while the deceased was still alive. When she died, her son sang 'ding dong the wicked witch is dead.' I think it’s a good idea, honest obituaries, and lovely to see an end to phony praise-filled obituaries followed by maudlin eulogies to people who were rotten eggs from the get-go. So with all that said, here’s Marianne Johnson-Reddick’s obit, as written by her son Patrick and co-written by his sister Katherine.



‘Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick
January 4, 1935 - Aug. 30, 2013

Marianne Theresa John­son-Reddick born Jan 4, 1935 and died alone on Sept. 30, 2013. She is sur­vived by her 6 of 8 children whom she spent her lifetime torturing in every way pos­sible. While she neglected and abused her small chil­dren, she refused to allow anyone else to care or show compassion towards them. When they became adults she stalked and tortured anyone they dared to love. Everyone she met, adult or child was tortured by her cruelty and exposure to violence, criminal activity, vulgarity, and hatred of the gentle or kind human spirit.


On behalf of her children whom she so abrasively ex­posed to her evil and vio­lent life, we celebrate her passing from this earth and hope she lives in the after­life reliving each gesture of violence, cruelty, and shame that she delivered on her children. Her surviv­ing children will now live the rest of their lives with the peace of knowing their nightmare finally has some form of closure.
Most of us have found peace in helping those who have been exposed to child abuse and hope this message of her final passing can re­vive our message that abus­ing children is unforgiv­able, shameless, and should not be tolerated in a “hu­mane society”. Our greatest wish now, is to stimulate a national movement that mandates a purposeful and dedicated war against child abuse in the United States of America.’



I have sometimes thought about the eulogy one of my siblings may have written about my mother when she passed on, as I never read it, nor was I at her funeral, nor did I want to go. Perhaps they didn’t write one, but I’m sure someone stood up and spoke of her. Although my mother wasn’t the criminal,vulgar, dirt-bag that Marianne Johnson-Reddick obviously was, she was still a selfish, narcissistic hag who complained ad nausea about her husband, her children, her deprived circumstances, her ruined opportunities, trampling out joy at every opportunity with her grumblings and ruining happy occasions with her whiny cries of – what about me?