Bold of you to assume there will be an obituary. Not sure anyone in Lucas's family cares enough about him to write an obituary. His mom may make a pitty post on FB, but that is about it.
Not so much because any of them actually give a shit about him, but assuming myrna hasn't gone full pants shitting dementia patient by then I suspect she'll ensure he gets an obituary. Mostly so that she can use it to paint him as some kind of lifelong victim who was ill and harassed all his life for it or something to that effect, so that she can point to it and play victim one last time to all her wine mom friends
Lucas better hope this is the case, because i'm sure he wouldn't want the kind of obituary a sofalaw or kiwi would write for him, calling him out for the predator he is as the official public record of what people will see if they happen across his name on the internet
That said, the only way lucas is ever going back to school or getting touched by a woman is if his body gets donated to a medical school for teaching purposes. Imagine the rage ghost lucas would have watching a group of medical students getting a lecture from their instructor about MRSA, the dangers of obesity and letting diabetes go untreated like lucas did, as they prepare to do an autopsy and examine his insides for the damage all those things did to him that killed him decades early. With his hobo life and horrifying diet I don't even want to think about what his insides would look like. I can just imagine one of the students asking why the body smells so horrifying and getting told its not decomposition causing that cause he already reeked of unwashed hobo before he died
and of course, medical students being medical students, one of the zoomer bae students is bound to steal a kidney for a prank, drawing ghost lucas to follow her home, calling out every night
who has my kidney? whoooooo hassss myyyyy kidneyyyyy???? socialist in name only bigot stealing my kidney! I want my kidney and taking the form of an obese shadow in the corner of her room in the middle of the night, watching her sleep as he tried to do so often in life