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John Demjanjuk
John Demjanjuk Nazi war criminal John Demjanjuk dies aged 91

Soviet peasant turned US auto-worker accused of war crimes as Treblinka’s ‘Ivan the Terrible’
His Holiness Shenouda III
His Majesty King George Tupou V of Tonga

The three obituaries linked on the Telegraph front page. A maybe, maybe not, concentration camp guard from WWII, the Coptic Pope and the King of Tonga.

No real point to make, just an interesting trio to be writing about at the sametime.

Lord St John was also accused of spending an excessive amount of time with a small clique of mainly public school-educated young men who, it was alleged, were favoured with introductions to royalty and captains of industry, to dinners at White’s, private theatrical performances at the Master’s Lodge and long, affectionate letters. Such special privileges were extended to very few. Other undergraduates would recall the Master cutting them off in mid-sentence with some disparaging remark in Latin. To bitchy colleagues in other colleges, Emmanuel became known as “Mein Camp”.
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In Who’s Who Lord St John described himself, somewhat superfluously, as “unmarried” (the description, coming after details of his parentage, led at least one profile writer to describe him, erroneously, as “illegitimate”). He had a close friend who was a merchant banker, but claimed to be “celibate” or “chaste”.

Conventions around dead people are ridiculous. The world outlook is slightly improved with @AndrewBrietbart dead

That’s just scumbag horrible. A despicable breach of good manners.

It’s just fine to think that the world’s a better place without a certain person or people in it. It’s even just fine to say so. But there is this little convention that human beings have found very useful over the centuries.

We wait until the body’s actually in the grave before pissing into it.

De mortuis nihil nisi bonum

This does not apply to all the dead. It applies only to the recently dead.

Various reasons can be given for this social observance. Allow the weeping widow a day or two at least to try and come to terms with her loss. A reminder that we’re all headed that way perhaps and a little bit of solemnity about one who has preceded us is a good idea. I’ve even heard it said that as hearing is the last of the human senses to fade the origin is that you don’t want someone’s last memories of this Earth as being “well, I never liked that scumbag anyway”.

But whatever the reason we really should wait until the body’s cold and in the ground before dropping our pants and indulging in a willy waving contest over who can be most dismissive of that societal convention.

In October 1935 the Cambridge Daily News accepted his offer to provide a weekly cartoon, for which he was paid a guinea a week.

If we upgrade that by inflation we get to £80 to £150 a week as his fee. Depends whether we upgrade by retail prices or average wages.  That lower figure is about what you would get writing a column for a local paper these days.

The world is a better place for him having been in it.

Would that they will say that after the rest of us fuckwits pass on.

Vale, eh?

Vaclav Havel, died 18 Dec 2011.

He went on to serve as head of station in Bonn, and during the 1960s in Beirut, where he enjoyed skiing at The Cedars, a resort where, as he recalled, discipline in the lift queues improved dramatically after an attendant shot dead the two worst queue jumpers.

Swedish beauty whose affair with JFK began weeks before his marriage – and carried on just after

If we’re going to have newspaper obituaries for everyone JFK shagged we’re going to need several new newspapers, aren’t we?

Enlists at 26 in 1940.

Wins three MCs with the Paras.

End of the war, back to M&S as a store manager.

An extraordinary 5 years piece of Major John Timothy’s life.

“For the first half of my life I was always known as my father’s son, and now I am known as my daughter’s father.”

There are worse things to achieve in life.

Steve Jobs: co-founder of Apple dies aged 56

He really did work right up to the end, didn’t he?

But this price allegedly should have been $21.10, thereby incurring a taxable charge of $20 million that Jobs did not report as income.

Lordy, no, that’s not what the problem with backdated options was: although it’s a problem.

Jobs receiving $20 million and not declaring it on his income tax, well, minor. Apple paying Jobs $20 million and not including it as an expense, thereby reducing it’s profits, much bigger problem. That was the general problem with these backdated options.

You’re allowed to issue an option at absolutely any price you like as a company. You’ve just got to account for it properly. Which they didn’t….and nor did several other companies and that’s what all the fuss was about.

Issuing in the money options should take a slice off the reported profit. Not taking that slice off was the naughty bit.

Not a bad thing to have left behind.

More than 30 years on, the appeal of Dad’s Army endures. Repeats attract more than 10 million viewers, and the famous “Don’t tell him, Pike!” scene has repeatedly been voted the funniest television moment of all time.

More recently, in 2004, Kindersley went into his local branch of Waitrose . Asked by the checkout girl if he would like some cash back, Kindersley (who was unfamiliar with this transaction) replied: “That’s really awfully sweet of you, how kind.”

He suggested £50, which he took across the road to the betting shop, investing it on a 10-1 shot which duly won its race. He then returned to the store to tip the checkout girl £10 for her kindness. For good measure, he gave £10 to the other girls on the tills as well. It was only when his credit card statement arrived that he understood the nature of “cash back”.

That’s the photo to go with Jet Harris’ obituary.

I’m not entirely convinced that it actually is Jet Harris. But even if it were, bit odd to illustrate the obit of an iconic bass player with him holding a regular guitar, eh?

She swore that after Tony Crosland, she could never again experience a close relationship. But in the mid-1980s she struck up a friendship with Auberon Waugh that deepened until his death in 2001. She dedicated her novel The Prime Minister’s Wife (2001) to him. Waugh had no intention of leaving his wife, but the couple of evenings a week they spent together mattered to them both.

Eh?

Legend had it that he was once been consulted by a Ladbrokes manager who had been asked to make a book on the name of the next Archbishop of Canterbury, but did not know where to start. “You want a start, I’ll give you a start,” Stein replied. “The Chief Rabbi’s 1,000 to one.”

But damme, I do admire Allan Tibbels.

“My brother, Merrick, and I are, of course devastated by the loss of our father, but we rejoice in having been the sons of such an extraordinary man.”

Felix Francis

Not a bad way to be remembered after 89 years on the planet, is it?

By Mr. Toenniessen’s calculation, about half the world’s population goes to bed every night after consuming grain descended from one of the high-yield varieties developed by Dr. Borlaug and his colleagues of the Green Revolution.

I’m not sure that anyone, ever, has had that effect on the world nor that anyone, ever, will again.

Certainly that’s one bloody marvellous memorial to leave behind.

Vale.

If there’s something good that comes after this life other than eternal rest then there’s one candidate for the front of the queue for it. One of the few who needs not our prayers but definitely deserves our thanks.