"And of course that doesn't mean you have to hate them. Never any point in that. Total waste of energy."
A very poignant statement, there, Kevin. Disliking a person's spirit (which is probably closer to what I meant) is one thing. Depending on which faith, if any, one adheres to, one may argue that the shell we inhabit is only one manifestation of our overall being (having to live within the confines of being born with Original Sin, for instance), and 'enlightenment' is only attained after many such incarnations - much like going through the levels of some all-encompassing computer game in God's big amusement arcade (come in Little Hawk, and help me out on this one!!).
Reading a favourite book to a 'shell' in a mortuary is one person's way of 'communicating' to the departed soul; It is probably the same reasoning that brings us to visit the graves of our relatives, or lay flowers at the scene of someone's death.
But 'Do we like dead people'?
I still think it is an imperfect question. To lessen our attitude towards any given dead person, purely because he/she is dead, and based upon the criteria we 'judged' them by when they were alive, is more than not a little hypocritical, I think.
This, of course, doesn't apply to people you liked when they were alive, whether they died young, or not.
Had a great time over, Kevin, by the way. Got to visit a few graves that certain marching men stopped us from visiting on previous occasions.
My father died in 1993, and it was the first time I was able to vist his grave since I helped lower him down, that, oddly, sunny November day. Him I liked.
However, I wouldn't go visit the (future) graves of the people who prevented me from reciting 'The Cremation of Sam Magee' to Malachy, for all those years.
Maybe on the next level.