In Saturday’s Boston Globe, Joseph P. Kahn did his usual fine job with the annual year in passing feature, which spotlights the notable deaths of the last 12 months.

Representative sample:

Also sounding their last notes in 2010 were Teddy Pendergrass, the great rhythm-and-blues vocalist; recording artist and pop-music producer extraordinaire Mitch Miller; soul singer Solomon Burke; legendary bluesman Mississippi Slim; pop crooner Eddie Fisher; and country star Jimmy Dean, whose breakfast-sausage business made him every bit as famous as his folksy recordings once did.

Television is a medium that can make its stars feel like family members, and in that regard few equaled Art Linkletter, the avuncular TV and radio personality, best-selling author, and ubiquitous pitchman. His passing was widely noted, as were the deaths last year of actors Pernell Roberts (“Gunsmoke,’’ “Trapper John, M.D.’’), Robert Culp (“I Spy’’), Peter Graves (“Mission: Impossible’’), and Fess Parker (“Davy Crockett’’), idols all to millions who grew up watching them.

But equally valuable was the Globe’s sidebar of Other notables who died in 2010, which reminded the hardworking staff of a whole lot of passings we had forgotten.

They range from National Affairs (Texas congressman/Hollywood fodder Charlie Wilson) to The Arts (sculptor/artist Louise Bourgeois) to Business (real estate titan/philanthropist Walter Shorenstein) to Media (sports columnist/groundbreaker Jack Craig) to The Local Scene (paralyzed football player/inspiration Darryl Williams).

Speaking of the local scene, Boston College theologian/philosopher Mary Daly only rated agate-type treatment in the Globe, but made The Lives They Lived features in the December 26th New York Times Magazine – the only Bostonian to do so.

The profile labeled Daly a gyno-theologian, and began this way:

THE WORLD COULD be so cockaludicrous, so full of snools and dickspeakers. Everybody was losing their gynergy.

For Mary Daly, this was the biggest problem. She didn’t blame men individually for the woes of modern life — violence, pollution, inequity — but collectively, institutionally, they were at fault. She held their power against them. She had names for what she was fighting. “Phallocracy, penocracy, jockocracy, cockocracy — call it whatever,” Daly said. In 1987, with a co-author, she published her own dictionary — seventh in a line of nine books she wrote — meant to spell out a new lexicon for women, a more precise way of articulating both her rage and her vision for a world in which women shook themselves free of all forms of patriarchy. Anyone who didn’t bother to question male dominance was a snool; anyone who promoted it, a dickspeaker. If you were a man, you stood little chance of winning over Mary Daly.

But she apparently won over the Times more than her hometown Globe.

Meanwhile, country singer/sausage czar Jimmy Dean got high-profile mentions in both.

Go figure.