“It is the coward’s approach to mock that which is dead, out of untold amount of time the living critic did not speak to the now-deceased whomever while they were alive.”– Modern Romanticism
Remembering the dead, as we will, and then we recall only ever the successes of how they lived. For there is only one way in which a person can be remembered, when dead. It is by how they lived, not by how they have died. And, there is only one way that a person can fail. It is by being dead, that now their state of death cannot respond to the world’s scorn.
Scorning the dead is a pointless maneuver. Speaking ill of the dead is a pointless maneuver. Even criticizing God, or what science might say is obsolete, is a pointless maneuver. Whatever and whoever is dead should be remembered for its successes. It is because it is always the coward’s role to mock or ridicule what cannot retort back, in return. Why speak ill of what cannot talk words back to the ridiculing person? If a critic speaks ill of the Mona Lisa, when Da Vinci is dead and cannot hear the words, what point is there, other than the reveal of cowardice to everyone nearby?
The dead are silent. The dead are still. To speak ill of them, perhaps spit on their graves, shout to the Heavens out of disbelief on why such a person did die, is pointless because one shall receive no answers. One should have, as one could have, as one would have if they were hardened against the returned criticism, speak their words to life, before death encompassed it.
The one failure for any person, is by their state of death. Among all battles, there is only one to truly lose. That is death. There is, for life, its successes. To not be the coward, though to remember the times in which they were good for what life stands for, is how one “moves on” without bitterness.