Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 1386583
                    [Title] => How my dad helped me overcome my fear of the dead
                    [Summary] => 
I used to be scared of wakes. I remember the fear coffins brought into my young mind: The eerie lights; the pungent smell of flowers; and the casket jarringly displayed.

                    [DatePublished] => 2014-11-01 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 0
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1489883
                    [AuthorName] => Maria Phoebe Marquez
                    [SectionName] => Entertainment
                    [SectionUrl] => entertainment
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

LOLITA MARQUEZ

Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 1386583
                    [Title] => How my dad helped me overcome my fear of the dead
                    [Summary] => 
I used to be scared of wakes. I remember the fear coffins brought into my young mind: The eerie lights; the pungent smell of flowers; and the casket jarringly displayed.

                    [DatePublished] => 2014-11-01 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 0
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1489883
                    [AuthorName] => Maria Phoebe Marquez
                    [SectionName] => Entertainment
                    [SectionUrl] => entertainment
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

abtest

How my dad helped me overcome my fear of the dead

By Maria Phoebe Marquez | November 1, 2014 - 12:00am

I used to be scared of wakes. I remember the fear coffins brought into my young mind: The eerie lights; the pungent smell of flowers; and the casket jarringly displayed.

Entertainment