The world’s oldest person died the other day. When a 115-year-old dies, it’s not exactly shocking, but the end of her obituary is pretty sad :

For her 100th birthday, de Jesus had said she wanted to learn to read and write.

“A teacher came for a few months, but she never made it,” Madalena said of her mother’s efforts.

In completely unrelated news, I’m glad I’m not the only person who noticed this :

Name that film:

A white man is born fatherless in the south with birth defects that lead many to think he may never walk nor live a normal life. His saintly mother believes in his potential anyway. At a young age, the man learns to walk and sheds his exoskeleton of locomotive aids. Around this time, he also meets the love of his life, a vivacious girl who grows into a bold woman who parts ways with the man to have her own wild adventures. Meanwhile, the man reaches adulthood, and puts in a wartime stint in the U.S. military. During this stint, the man proves at first an indifferent asset, but during his one firefight, he turns out to be very valuable, saving the day singlehandedly, while also witnessing the death of one of his best friends. The man also spends much time on a small ocean vessel, serving alongside a rowdy, grizzled, hard-drinking man of the sea. This salty sailor serves as one of our man’s two best male friends; the other is a black man who first teaches our man the lessons of friendship before departing forever.

After two more paragraphs of the same, the post ends : “Acceptable Answers: Forrest Gump; The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.” Ouch.