There is nothing quite like a funeral to concentrate the mind; “carpe diem” seems such an apt phrase at such a time.
How can people not see what their untrammelled hatred does to themselves and those around them?
My own petty, unimportant and irrelevant moral dilemma should teach me something about the world and how to improve it.
Why is it that siblings often fall out in such a bitter fashion on the death of parents? Is it a petty dispute over the will? Or is it something deeper?