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Okay, here's the scenario: The Boy Who Lived has died. He was poisoned in July, a month after the death of his godfather. It is now the middle of September, and his best friends are still going on about how Harry could have done this or that or how he and Ginny would have gotten together if he were alive and no one can take his place in the DA blah blah blah.
If you aren't a Potterholic, just imagine that a teenager died whose father figure had died barely a month before his death. Now, two months later, in September, his best friends are still mourning his death at every turn and making comments about how the dead teenager could have done this or that or gone out with and married this girl.
What is with that? Why do these people all focus on the gravity of the situation? Can they not see that their best friend has moved on to a better place, no matter what afterworld or lack of it they believe in? Reincarnation, oblivion, heaven--it's all better than living for the sole purpose of defeating another and growing up with the world watching and waiting for you to do it while he murders your friends, your family, and other people's friends and family.
Yes, his friends miss him. It makes sense; I'm not saying that they don't have a right to mourn. But why are they mourning with such a complete lack of respect for his happiness? If they cared about him, they would be happy that he was able to get out of the hell he had to call his life. If they cared about him, they would mourn and rejoice at the same time rather than blabbering on about how they could never do what he did or how he would never be able to be adventurous with them again.
What is wrong with people? We only see the bad side of death. I'm sick of it.
The Celts celebrated death. Did you know that? They had not mournful funerals, but joyful ceremonies where friends and family could recount stories of their dead kin and celebrate the fact that he had moved on to a better place.
When I die, that's what I want. If anybody even semi-frequently breaks out into tears more than a couple of months later, I am going to reincarnate myself and murder them. Dear Lord, I don't want to be mourned for more than a month, max, before people realize that the world is hell and now I am out of it. I don't understand how people don't see that in the first place, but they never seem to, so I won't expect it of them. I think a couple months is a reasonable time period for them to come to this realization, don't you?
If you aren't a Potterholic, just imagine that a teenager died whose father figure had died barely a month before his death. Now, two months later, in September, his best friends are still mourning his death at every turn and making comments about how the dead teenager could have done this or that or gone out with and married this girl.
What is with that? Why do these people all focus on the gravity of the situation? Can they not see that their best friend has moved on to a better place, no matter what afterworld or lack of it they believe in? Reincarnation, oblivion, heaven--it's all better than living for the sole purpose of defeating another and growing up with the world watching and waiting for you to do it while he murders your friends, your family, and other people's friends and family.
Yes, his friends miss him. It makes sense; I'm not saying that they don't have a right to mourn. But why are they mourning with such a complete lack of respect for his happiness? If they cared about him, they would be happy that he was able to get out of the hell he had to call his life. If they cared about him, they would mourn and rejoice at the same time rather than blabbering on about how they could never do what he did or how he would never be able to be adventurous with them again.
What is wrong with people? We only see the bad side of death. I'm sick of it.
The Celts celebrated death. Did you know that? They had not mournful funerals, but joyful ceremonies where friends and family could recount stories of their dead kin and celebrate the fact that he had moved on to a better place.
When I die, that's what I want. If anybody even semi-frequently breaks out into tears more than a couple of months later, I am going to reincarnate myself and murder them. Dear Lord, I don't want to be mourned for more than a month, max, before people realize that the world is hell and now I am out of it. I don't understand how people don't see that in the first place, but they never seem to, so I won't expect it of them. I think a couple months is a reasonable time period for them to come to this realization, don't you?
