I think of Michael not often, but if I do, it's as a child. So, rest in peace, Michael, that child.
On UCLA, busy place, doesn't need hoards fanning. At least it's summer.
Insta obits, I've understood they are near always at the ready at major newspapers, and now I suppose websites, and, I figure, always being edited. Odd assignment, that's true.
And what gets into an obit can be problematic.