It makes me so sad when I read about people insulting the dead. Especially dead celebrities who die from an overdose or suicide. Acting as if that person wasn't someones daughter, or wife. Someones father or nephew. And just because that person had more access to better help in getting over an addiction or a mental health issue, doesn't mean he/she was strong enough to do it and make the decision to get the help he/she needed. And being surrounded by 'yes men and women' who probably all told them how great they were and how he/she was amazing but failed to tell them what they needed to hear, probably didn't help either.
It's very sad that people can be so heartless. Death is not something to joke about. How would you like if when you died, I sat there making jokes about the way you lived your life and how you died? And went through a list of all your shortcomings and mistakes?
It probably won't feel too good looking down or up from wherever you end up when your time comes, will it?
So shut up or I'll wear a red dress to your funeral.
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