One thing that bugs me when I read newspaper reports or watch the telly news on dead people – People ALWAYS say really nice things about them.
“Oh, he was such a loving father.” “She always had a smile for everyone in the neighbourhood.” “I always thought he was nice to his family.”
Abarthen?!? Nobody ever tells you the complete truth about the person. Was he stingy to flag sellers? Was he a racist? Did he cheat in his studies and rise to the top wrangling office politics?
We say we should respect the dead, say only nice things about them. But a person’s worth is not measured only by the good things people can remember. Verbal obits make everyone dead sound like a saint.
If I die, I’d like my buddies who are still alive to give it as good as it gets : “Ian was full of crap, but at least he was funny. He had nothing really worthy to write on his blog but hey, better to have something than nothing right? And darn, he had really nice cameras to shoot the kids with.”