WARNING: Some readers might be offended by this blog. Especially if they like people.
Is it just me, or is it only the best, happiest, most intelligent people who get murdered? Every time someone gets done in, their friends and family tell us they were the perfect daughter/nephew/hooker and always had time for everybody.
It gets worse when it's a schoolchild who is killed. For some reason they're always top of the class, excel at ballet or computers and were arguably the most pleasant child in the country, let alone the school. Not for a minute am I detracting from the positive aspects of people, (especially by family members who want them to be remembered as a nice person) but you have to draw the line somewhere.
I genuinely hope that when I meet my maker, be it be fair means or foul, those closest to me will be honest about their feelings for me. I'm alright; I like a drink and a laugh but I do have a robust manifesto at times (read previous blogs for example). On the positive side, I'm an ace driver and a doting boyfriend and cat owner. On the negative side I often judge music and films without actually seeing them (drives the Mrs up the wall) and have a go at pedestrians. You don't have to be nasty to tell the truth about someone.
So in conclusion, I hope that one day, when someone's life has been tragically cut short, we get to hear about the real person. The grouchy, debt-ridden soul who tried their hardest and was a loving parent or spouse. Otherwise I'll have to start wondering whether murderers are hunting down the most successful and admirable people as some sort of macabre genetic cull. Stranger things have happened.
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