Why is everyone automatically a “good guy” once they die? no matter their history….People use terms like “he would give you the shirt off his back” and “he wouldn’t hurt a fly”….is it because people are afraid to speak ill of the dead? Are they afraid of being haunted?
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This isn’t necessarily true for Adolph Hitler and serial killers.
Of course not, I mean they were “famous” and the public were aware of all the atrocities and the crimes they had committed, im more referring to a regular person who could’ve been a horrible human being but after death everyone is like “so and so was a nice guy” and im over here thinking like no the hell he wasn’t lol
Non-famous people can be assholes, and they die too.
If anyone says nice things about a deceased person at their eulogy, the speaker is lying or they didn’t know the dead asshole very well.
I’ve noticed this too. In my opinion, it’s because everyone loves a good heartfelt story. You would not read an article that said “total prick he would fuck your mother and leave you for dead”. But “good kid he was ready to graduate and become a millionaire and help underprivileged children.” Good story people eat that shit like candy. When I die I don’t want an obituary and if it is necessary I want it to simply say “finally”
@Morris Good Point, if we abided by the tradition that it’s socially inappropriate to speak ill of the dead we would have little recorded history.
It’s perhaps relation that influences and defines our memories, we selectively recall (and alter) fond experiences as a way to process and cope. There is a point in accepting the existence of Hitler, though to dwell on the unimportant negative aspects of the deceased serves little purpose or benefit.
Yes, I suspect that fear-a powerful and primitive human emotion-does play a part, many behaviours and actions are derived from biological evolutionary reasons. Perhaps it’s rooted in our survival instinct: early humans distancing themselves from the sick to avoid the same fate, and a subsequent association then formed, a fear of death which is still prevalent today, although now more down to social influences and our woeful and inept teachings-or lack of-of death (a normal part of the life cycle).
Famous, Not famous, nice guy, asshole, saint, sinner – if you’re dead and riding in a hearse, you’ll get to run red lights. Doesn’t matter who you are or what you did. Finally. Legalized law breaking and no tickets.
Dead people can’t really defend themselves.
I think I’ll start asking people for the shirts off their backs – check if they’re cool.
They want you to pity. They want you to look at the news and say “what a shame that so and so is dead”, or “she must’ve been so sweet.” They want that life to seem like it was useful to humankind, like it changed a life. It may not have. They want you to pity those that died without deserving it and hate those whose deaths were wished for during Christmases. They love to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die. But they cant control that, so they control what the audience thinks about by giving out the “he/she would take his shirt off his/her back” cue cards to any semi-mourning relative to read. And those who are actually great, those who deserved to have unique public eulogies, get drowned out if with the pile if they aren’t considered important enough. To me, it’s not that people can’t speak ill, it’s more that they can’t speak good. Not good enough.
Yeah I’m sick of it, people don’t cease being cunts just cos they’re dead.