The death of anyone is unfortunate . . even if predictable and inevitable. However, we have a custom of reporting on these passings with glowing accounts of how wonderful that person was rather than a reasonably realistic assessment of their contribution to our civilization and possible flaws which might have caused death or injury to others, less fortunate.
This leads me to two conclusions:
One . . all the good people in the world are passing leaving recalcitrants like me to bemoan their loss while continuing to live out our unfortunate lives.
Two . . the obituaries neglect to mention characteristics of a somewhat downward nature.
So, in advance, I would like to offer a description for possible inclusion in the future:
Mr. Hardy was a Republican neer-do-well. The location of his final domicile shall remain nameless lest Trump miscreants find out. He was a recalcitrant, at best, and there is no term for the worst, suffice to say, yipes. There will be no statue of Mr. Hardy to prevent his nose being chipped off, ensuring the final resting spot to be the underworld.
Well, maybe that is a little too downward. But, you get the idea.