Death Be Not Proud
As a word person, I have to say that some words irk me or perhaps I should say I find the way people use some words is irksome.
Case in point: my brother and his wife like to use the word "kill" when they finish off anything.
"Can I kill this orange juice?"
"I killed the rest of the pizza."
This word is standard in journalism when it is decided that a story will not run.
I'm doing some contract work as fact checker and I sat in an editorial meeting where someone declared that a famous actress had been "killed." Though he knew perfectly well what this terminology means in a journalistic setting, one editor looked shocked for a second. For just a moment, he thought that the woman had died, when really the story about her had been stricken from the current issue of the publication.
Speaking of stricken stories...I just learned that a story I toiled over for The Washington Post was killed. It isn't a death and yet I mourn...
But some stories are resurrected and brought back to life. In their original form or in some alternative format. So hope springs eternal.