The dead are aggrieved at the shabby treatment they’re getting, and annoyed because they can’t do anything about it. Not being bodiless – they expected that. But floating immaterially through the world forever, they’re bound once in a while to hear their name mentioned, or find some slighting reference to them in a database. Sometimes they find outright lies, as in old personnel evaluations or speeding tickets or what their ex-wives texted to their friends. Even kind things spoken or written about them they find incomplete, cartoonish, and there’s no way for them to scream “I was more than that!”
The most disturbing discovery is a loving remembrance that does not reflect what they valued in their own lives; a remembrance that is, subtly, a kind of dismissal.
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