The Name of the Day...

...may not belong to the Rev. Rick Curry, who died at age 72, but is it really an accident that his obit in the New York Times shows him cooking?

Apparently not (all emphasis mine):

With Constance J. Milstein, a developer and philanthropist, Father Curry founded the Dog Tag Bakery in Washington last year to teach wounded veterans a craft. He also wrote two cookbooks on elemental comfort food, “The Secrets of Jesuit Breadmaking” (1995) and “The Secrets of Jesuit Soupmaking: A Year of Our Soups” (2002), laden with recipes and spiced with anecdotes.

Okay, so maybe he does deserve the Name of the Day.

It's a curious obituary:

Born without a right forearm, Father Curry, as an aspiring actor, was once ridiculed by a receptionist when he arrived to audition for a mouthwash commercial, and he required a special dispensation from the Vatican to become a priest — when he was 66 — because canon law requires two hands to celebrate Mass.

Mouthwash commercial? Canon law requires two hands to become a priest? Wait; it gets weirder:

When Richard was a small boy, his mother took him to downtown Philadelphia to see the preserved right forearm of St. Francis Xavier, the Jesuit missionary. He was permitted to kiss the reliquary, but sought no healing.

Preserved right forearm? What are the odds?

Hey, if nothing else it's easily the Obit of the Day.