do you realise when you read the morning papers, about freak accidents, murders, suicides and whatsoever else is happening to our world, parents and friends will sing praises about the deceased. it will stretch to about one page full of little text, on how great, how smart, how beautiful, how important they are.

and i am very sure most of these little beautiful details about each and every one of them are rarely told to them when they are alive.
why do you actually wait for a person to be gone to say all that?