One of my Mom's friends refers to the Obituaries as the Irish Sporting Page (The guy was from Cork, if I remember correctly). Some read like the begats in Exodus while some are unbelievably sweet. Like this one:
She was the best deckhand, partner, mate and was one of the few, if not only, women to head halibut on the landing table begore guillotines were around. --her husband.
If that doesn't convey a life well spent, I don't know what does.