Nothing makes a person look better than embalming fluid and a clean suit or classy yet demure dressing gown. Once a person dies you’d think they were sainted superheroes who had devoted their lives to the betterment of all mankind and improving the quality of pizza, porno, and awesome muscle cars, at least based on some of the obituaries you’ll read out there. And while maybe one or two people fit that description, does everyone?
Mobutu Sese Seko was a brutal dictator in the Congo for years, who stole billions of dollars and let his people suffer. After he died, they built him a monument. Why? Because the dead are nearly always forgiven of their sins in the eyes of people who want to pretend monsters don’t exist. Look how popular Stalin is in Russia. I have it on good authority that, when he was alive, Stalin was an utter dick. Just a floppy dong of an asshole. But in death, he’s a tourist attraction. People put posters of him on the wall. You can find galleries on the internet showing how handsome he was as a young man, because a murderous thug is A-OK in a historical sense if he looked like an underwear model before his policies killed millions.
If you want a more divisive example (yes, I’m aware people still know that Stalin was a doucheass), look at Antonin Scalia. When he died, his obituaries exalted his long service and dedication to justice. Most also avoided his staunch opposition to Roe v. Wade, same-sex marriage, homosexuality in general, and how he once attributed the decay of society to women who swear.