It was a sunny Autumn morning and a sparrow was fluttering outside my study window trying to pick off a spider from the web that had been growing out there for some weeks. Got it! Funny how you remember details like this, because at that exact moment, I logged on to my computer and downloaded the day’s emails: a request for me to complete a Nespresso survey … an offer to join an unmissable cruise to the Caribbean with amazing on-board credit … a confirmation of my order with the Kiwi Sock Shop … and the following email:
We have received information that Mr Derek Lynn John passed away December 16, 2020. As a result of this information, Mr John’s Superannuation payments have been suspended from 12 May, 2021.
Ministry of Social Development, New Zealand
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Now, my name is Derek Lynn John - so they got that correct. I’m a male: correct. My email is email@example.com: correct: I normally receive (d) Superannuation payments from the New Zealand Government: correct. But that’s where their winning streak ended, where they started to go wrong.
I mean, “passed away” … not correct.
Not yet anyway.
But my first and immediate reaction to the news that I was dead was not shock or anger or disbelief. It prompted me to voice, out loud, some very simple questions:
Posted: Wednesday 22 March 2023
A major American newspaper once printed the obituary of another writer, and when author Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) was told about this by a reporter, he quipped:
The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. Glad to hear yours is exaggerated and premature. "Live long and prosper"Posted: 2023-03-23 13:01 by Orson Karte