Like I said in earlier posts, we feel obligated to speak well of the dead, whatever the devil they were in life and to spare no expense to give them a once-in-a-lifetime burial.
We have also found a way to take this convention to extremes. A sort of, “I come to praise Caesar; not to bury him.” We give glowing eulogies and tributes, either to conceal something or in anticipation of what we are hoping to get out of the tragedy.
