Staying Classy
I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.
– Clarence Darrow
I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying that I approved of it. – Mark Twain
Probably based on the Celtic belief that the spirit hangs around for a bit after one dies the custom developed that: “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”
OK. He’s dead … it was the nicest thing he has done in quite a while.
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I didn’t stay classy; oh no, not me. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” said I.
I considered doing onto him, as he did onto Ted Kennedy [Charlie Pierce has a screenshot of the ‘tweet’], but I try to avoid that kind of language. RIH [Rot In Hell] is more appropriate than RIP in this case.
I’m reminded of the story told about the funeral of Harry Cohn, the hated president of Columbia Pictures. Hundreds of people attended, and one of the people expressed their amazement that so many people would come to a funeral for a man they all hated. The reply from another attendee: “Give the people what they want, they’ll show up.”
Lucky people get to make their own choices about what they do. If they choose to do hateful things, they can’t expect to be respected or held in high regard.