LIFE’S ROUGH WHEN YOU’RE DEAD, especially if you’ve made a few enemies here and there – like, family. Hopefully, when I’m happy and buried, I won’t leave a legacy of bitter, wounded people who post comments like these to my online memorial:
Some of the snubs are blunt. “Everyone gets their due,” a former client writes of an embezzling accountant. Or, “I sincerely hope the Lord has more mercy on him than he had on me during my years reporting to him at the Welfare Department.”
Others are subtler: “She never took the time to meet me, but I understand she was a wonderful grandmother to her other grandchildren.”
“Reading the obit, he sounds like he was a great father,” says another, which is signed, “His son Peter.”
Hayes Ferguson, the company’s chief operating officer, said, “Most often it’s cases of Sue posting that he was the love of my life and then we check and the wife’s name is Mary.”
No rest for the wicked, I suppose.