Death apparently erases all faults. Bad guys are suddenly little saints and everyone misses little whatshername who used to annot the shite out of us all.
I would love to give a real eulogy about someone. The truth. "He was a complete bastard......"
When my dad dies I think I'd like to give the eulogy and tell people why I have not spoken to him since I was 20. That would be awesome.
People say they things all the time that don't mean,it only sounds good to them when others can hear them.
Well I suppose it is not polite to say;
"Thank God the old bastard is dead ! I can't wait to pee on his grave !"