We are all stories, in the end.

I dislike funerals. I dislike that we dress up a person. We make them more than they were, yet also make them less. How can you remember a person in half an hour? Every thought, every moment, everything they ever felt. Capture years of loving and hating and working and thinking into mere minutes. Making them this grand caricature of "how I'll remember them" yet reducing them to bear facts, stories and quotes.

I know i'm cynical. What am I meant to be? Happy?

Also I hate calling somebody the best. Worlds best dad, worlds best friend. Because in reality, the person never actually is. The world best would be perfect, and that doesn't exist. And how do we ever know if our person is the best? We are all little insignificant beings who are around for a short time then suddenly we're not. And that sucks.

So we just ask why and cry over the unfairness of this tragic coincidence we call life.

It's all we can do really.