image

Obituaries

‘Ding dong the witch is dead’: not all obituaries are rosy portrayals of the dead

Death notice in a small-town newspaper posted by the children of one Kathleen Dehmlow said ‘this world is a better place without her’

PUBLISHED : Wednesday, 06 June, 2018, 10:10pm
UPDATED : Wednesday, 06 June, 2018, 10:10pm

The obituary is short and decidedly unsweet, a grand total of 105 words spread over five increasingly savage paragraphs.

It starts with the birth of Kathleen Dehmlow (nee Schunk) in the winter of 1938 and her marriage to Dennis Dehmlow 19 years later, all in the tiny Minnesota city of Wabasso. Two children came from that marriage – Gina and Jay.

But the death notice quickly fast-forwards to 1962, apparently a pivotal year in the soap opera of Kathleen Dehmlow’s life – and her children’s.

“In 1962 she became pregnant by her husband’s brother Lyle Dehmlow and moved to California,” the obituary reads, spiralling. “She abandoned her children, Gina and Jay who were then raised by her parents in Clements, Mr and Mrs Joseph Schunk.”

By the fifth paragraph, it is clear what her children feel about their mother – and her chances in the hereafter.

For myself, it took her death to no longer fear her sudden and unexpected rants of abuse
Daughter of Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick

“She passed away on May 31, 2018 in Springfield and will now face judgment. She will not be missed by Gina and Jay, and they understand that this world is a better place without her.”

“Gina and Jay” could not be immediately reached for comment. It’s unclear what motivated them to write the scathing obituary, or to publish it in the Redwood Falls Gazette, the paper of record of Dehmlow’s hometown, a 0.8-square mile patch of Minnesota with fewer than 700 people. If the five-paragraph obituary provides a window into Kathleen Dehmlow’s life, it is a jaded and incomplete one.

It’s not unheard of for aggrieved family members to use the last words written about a person to get the last word, said Susan Soper, an expert on obituaries and the creator of a workbook that helps people write their own. Others have used obituaries to shed light on the damaging addictions that consumed their loved ones. The motivations of family members can be as simple as they are powerful: Catharsis, bitterness, anger.

“People don’t generally speak ill of the dead,” Soper told The Washington Post. “In fact, sometimes they will … put the best possible face on a person in the obituary and overlook whatever the misdeeds or characteristics that might be unpleasant.

“But not always,” Soper continued. “There are plenty of obituaries that have been very honest and truthful about the hurt that someone has caused – or the misdeeds they have committed.”

For example, Marianne Therese Johnson-Reddick’s daughter outlined many of her mother’s sins in a 2013 death notice.

“Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick born Jan 4, 1935 and died alone on September 30, 2013,” the obituary read. “She is survived by her 6 of 8 children whom she spent her lifetime torturing in every way possible … 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.”

Perhaps even more scathing than the words in the newspaper was the essay Katherine Reddick wrote in XO Jane, explaining why she wrote it.

California teacher who fired shot in gun safety class, injuring children ‘did not commit a crime’

According to her daughter, Johnson-Reddick beat her children during hours-long tantrums, routinely hurled whatever was in reach at them and also encouraged them to steal from neighbours, beat each other and sleep silently on the kitchen floor while she worked as an escort. On weekend nights, she would go out on the town, drugging the younger children so they wouldn’t cause trouble and forcing the older ones to subsist on dog food.

Reddick said the obituary “expressed authentic and heartfelt reflections about a woman who never resembled a mother …

“For myself, it took her death to no longer fear her sudden and unexpected rants of abuse,” she wrote.

“Even though I am older, happier and much gentler, I’ve never felt a greater sense of peace or relief than the day my brother called me singing ‘Ding, dong, the witch is dead’.”

The family of Leslie Ray “Popeye” Charping, of Galveston, Texas, was similarly elated at his passing last year and maintained no enduring concerns about speaking ill of the dead.

According to CNN, they posted a scathing obituary on the Carnes Funeral Home website, soon before cremating Charping and unceremoniously placing his ashes in a barn.

“Leslie’s hobbies included being abusive to his family, expediting trips to heaven for the beloved family pets and fishing … With Leslie’s passing he will be missed only for what he never did; being a loving husband, father and good friend.”

Break-dancing FBI agent does backflip in Denver bar, shoots man in leg

Obituary confessions are, of course, not always so morbid.

For example, in 2012, Val Patterson, a scientist from Salt Lake City admitted in his mostly lighthearted obituary that he did not actually have a doctorate in engineering – and that he had not even graduated from college.

“What happened was that the day I went to pay off my college student loan at the U of U, the girl working there put my receipt into the wrong stack, and two weeks later, a PhD diploma came in the mail. I didn’t even graduate, I only had about 3 years of college credit. In fact, I never did even learn what the letters ‘PhD’ even stood for.

“For all of the Electronic Engineers I have worked with, I’m sorry, but you have to admit my designs always worked very well, and were well engineered, and I always made you laugh at work.”