Charlie Munger, the 99-year-old right hand man to Warren Buffett, died Tuesday.
Not to state the obvious, but as a public figure and a near-centenarian, Munger was the type of person for whom newspapers write obituaries years in advance. So I was a bit intrigued to read how some writers kicked off their articles, especially given that these lines were likely written years ago in some instances:
A few years ago, I wrote about the time that Munger sat down for a six hour interview with two reporters.
Who voluntarily sits and answers questions for six hours without a subpoena? Also, Munger had a habit of simply answering, "I have nothing to add," at shareholder meetings after Buffett replied to investor questions.
It seemed out of character. However, we learned from this interview that the thing Munger would talk about nonstop, if allowed, was architecture. He considered himself an amateur expert; one who believed most professional architects were "massively stupid" (his words), but who got to put his amateur ideas into practice as a result of his philanthropy.
He donated hundreds of millions to educational institutions for facility construction, and he often stuck around long after the checks cleared to ensure that whatever was built adhered to his aesthetic and functional preferences.
A few of his ideas. The first two, even detractors called "eminently sensible":
He also insisted on half-size, single-occupancy dorm rooms so students had some private space, although this apparently meant that he funded buildings with windowless, interior rooms, like on a cruise ship.
When somebody dies after a long life, as long as he or she hasn't been a monster or a complete drain on society, I think it's fair to give them the final word. Munger apparently appreciated that. So, I'll use the quote the WSJ used, since they had years to choose it.
The story goes like this. Once upon a time, someone asked Munger who, in his long life, he felt most grateful to.
No, he didn't say Buffett, or even his wife, Nancy Barry Borthwick, to whom he was married from 1954 until her death in 2010. Instead, his eminently sensible reply was:
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