I picked up 'Mobituaries' on a whim, and boy, was I surprised by how much humor Mo Rocca packed into a book about, well, death. One chapter that had me snorting was about the 'forgotten' third Marx Brother, Gummo. The way Rocca describes his absurd exit from showbiz—leaving to sell raincoats—is pure gold. Then there's the bit about Thomas Edison's last breath being captured in a test tube, which spirals into this weirdly hilarious tangent about relic-hunting. Rocca’s wit turns what could’ve been morbid into something oddly uplifting.
Another standout is the chapter on 'celebrity' deaths, like the panicked obituaries for a living Alfred Nobel after newspapers mixed up his brother’s death. The irony of the ‘Merchant of Death’ reading his own damning obits? Priceless. Rocca’s knack for finding the absurd in the grave makes this book a dark comedy disguised as history.