Earlier this week the NYT carried one of its rare full page obituaries. No, you did not miss the death of Henry Kissinger or Chancellor Merkel or even Mel Gibson. Nope. Huguette Clark died. Huguette Clark is known to very few people. Perhaps that is because Ms. Clark spent the last twenty or thirty years in a private room at her hospital collecting and playing with dolls. Ms. Hugette Clark's accomplishments include debuting in New York society sometime in the twenties, getting married to someone and divorced. And moving into the hospital with her dolls. So, all that justified this long obituary is that she was very wealthy. Quite the accomplishment. The obituary is remarkable in one way -- it outdoes the obituary of Mr. Snow. His great accomplishment was being very wealthy (or part of a very wealthy family) and getting high and creating banal art things. But he did do something, so he has it over Ms. Clark, who filled space.
Evidence that even when dead, rich people are more than the little folk like me are alive.
Surely, save the page and save some money. Paper of record or what?
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