Mark Mason

Why I love a bit of death on a Sunday night

Plus: the joy of watching sport on telly with the sound turned down and the radio turned up

issue 09 November 2019

There’s nothing like a nice bit of death on a Sunday evening. Radio 4 originally transmit their obituary programme Last Word on Friday afternoons, but I love listening to the repeat. Sunday at 8.30 p.m. is the perfect time — the ending of people’s lives at the ending of the week. The stresses of Monday morning are beginning to appear on your mental horizon, so Last Word is a handy reminder that none of it matters. Triumphs and tragedies come and go, but in the end we all check out.

This week provided the usual smorgasbord of mortality. Everyone from Irene Shubik, the TV producer behind Rumpole of the Bailey, to Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. Presenter Matthew Bannister ignored Donald Trump’s curious ‘he died like a dog’ (delivered at the same time as praising the dog that chased the IS leader to his death — are dogs heroes or not?). Instead we got some fascinating details, though sadly no explanation of Baghdadi’s bizarre beard-colouring, grey near the face, orange at the end.

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