as curtains close on us
After death, the way society looks at a person changes. The best traits, if one is well-liked, are emphasized - idolized. If one is not, the worst become more potent than ever before.
After death, true feelings emerge, until the deceased is not his self but some lacquered façade, a shallow and subjective painting of his self.
Death is cruel, and death is permanent, but death is also a liar.
