Self-Verifying an Old Suspicion

I recently had cause to obtain for the first time a copy of my Daddy's death certificate. I knew instinctively not to even glance at it in the presence of others there at the BVS because inspecting it would be pretty tough for me literally on the eve of the 15th anniversary of his death. And when I did look at it ---as I say, for the first time--- lo and behold, but who was the informant? None other than "Toby Petzhold." I was floored.

My best guess as to why I have that claim for all eternity is that it was related to my visit to Jerry Foss in Valley Mills, Bosque Co., TX at the Foss Funeral Home there on HWY 6 in town (which subsequently burned down, I am very sorry to say). My Aunt Shirley (Petzold) Kleibrink and her husband, my Uncle Bruce E. Kleibrink, accompanied me. I was the one who had gone up there to make the burial arrangements and to select his suit, which was the light blue seersucker suit he wore to my eldest brother's wedding. At some point, I may have provided the information on the certificate (my address is given as the PO box I kept at University Station on campus at the University of Texas at Austin throughout my college years and a little beyond, which is something probably only I would've known to say) and it somehow got typed up and sent to the doctor who cared for my father to sign, but I sure don't recall. Maybe I became the informant somewhere else altogether. Maybe here in town? That night was insanity itself.

Anyway, the point of my anecdote (besides providing searchable text) is that if even I can't account for my own role as an informant on a death certificate, then how well can I know the information on any certificate? Was it, after all, my Grandma calling her father in law's mother "Louise Faulkner" on his death certificate ---or was it someone else? Or were there other members of the family chiming in at the hospital with bits and pieces and her name got put on it somehow? People who have just lost a loved one are not always too clear.

Besides the interesting spelling of my name, the other error I noticed is that Daddy's birthday is wrong.

The idea is to document it all and let the preponderance of agreement between documented facts be the truth.