deseased

Updated: June 20, 2025

We sat in the rain and I thought: "Alas, Clara is a bounder. A snob. She writes her own obituaries. Alive she can think of herself only as Clara, the slavey at whom the boys giggle and call names. But dead, she is the 'deseased' the stately corpse commanding unprecedented attention. The prospect stirs a certain snobbishness in her.

Ben Hecht - A Thousand and One Afternoons in Chicago