When the fiction is better than the truth, print the fiction. I might need to write my own obit at some point.My first civilian job was writing the obits at the local newspaper. Nobody wanted the job, so I chose to be the "death guy". It was a miserable job, I tried to have some fun with it by "killing off" co-workers if they offended me with a nice little obit, but the worst thing was getting notices about people who died alone.
Always the same story, person discovered deceased in their home / apartment weeks later. I would contact their neighbors and nobody knew anything about the history...no family, no career information, hobbies, etc. The idea of being a ghost to others while still alive bothered me greatly, so I would work hard to research the person and give them some history in their obit. Some I was successful, some I was not. In the latter, I started to give them a little short bio (although fiction) so that their obit wasn't simply "Born, died, nobody cares".
I was fired 6 months later when somebody called to complain. I gave one poor soul a background as a railroad worker based on some train pictures found on the walls of his apartment. Some brass at the railroad objected to it when they were unable to find the guy listed in their records. I admitted that it was fiction, but I didn't see the harm. I simply said that the guy loved trains and spent much of his life working with them, so I didn't see any harm to it. I just wanted the guy to get a few lines in his obit.
I still don't feel bad about it actually.