They say that dead men tell no tales,
but I am not so sure.
I think, perhaps, it is only the dead that can tell us anything at all.
Through their death they show us the mirror of mortality.
They show us the flaws in our own lives.
The deaths of those we cherish tell us each the stories of our own ends,
and give us the power to rewrite them.
I believe it is every person’s last gift, to shed light on living through their dying.
Those who I morn have taught me lessons, have told me their stories, and have given me strength to change my own.
So I ask that the dead be blessed, as they have blessed me by living and dying.