Is it morbid? Maybe. But it’s also wildly reassuring. You see the same streets you walk down. You recognise the same pubs—the Cross Keys, the Bank Statement. It’s like a roll call of the city’s soul.
Rev Anthony Gwyther Jones Obituary: Swansea Minister Dies at 93
Every death notice is a tiny, perfect story. “Loving mother of three. Avid gardener. Loved a good natter at the bus stop.” That’s a whole life in a sentence. It’s a haiku of a person. And you can’t help but imagine them: the way they laughed, the way they complained about the potholes on Gower Road, the way they always won the raffle at the rugby club.
Let’s be honest: some people write their own while they’re still alive. You can tell. The ones that say “Born in Townhill, lived in Mumbles, never once complained about the hill.” Oh, they’re definitely written by the person themselves. Good for them, honestly. It’s the ultimate last word.
The Online Comments Are a Whole Vibe
And then there’s the comments section. Oh, heavens above. It’s where the real tea is spilled. “Remember Ken from darts night. What a character.” “Always a smile. Even when Swansea lost. Especially when Swansea lost.”
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You get the generic but warm ones: “RIP, lovely lady. Fly high with the angels.” You get the cryptic ones: “You’ll be missed, Bob. We all know what happened at the Christmas party.” You’re not telling, but we’re guessing, Bob.
It’s a community. A weird, slightly macabre, but deeply affectionate one. We’re all just checking in to say, “I saw you at the B&Q checkout. We never spoke, but I noticed you. You mattered.”
