“She was short, salacious, and she laughed a lot, a little too loudly.”
Never saw a tombstone with such words. No.
“She was a mother of two, a sister and a friend to many animals.”
Well, she wasn’t a sister AND a friend to many animals. Her sister will not appreciate it. And it’s dull, it doesn’t convey much about her.
Perhaps, “Her death was as glorious as her life.” But her life wasn’t glorious, what with her long hours of teaching for a salary that didn’t last to the end of the month. Debts are depressing. Besides, is it glorious to run into a tree for a stray dog? Ask her kids what they think.
Then again, this country needs a hero. This family needs a hero. Death is easier for those who believe that their dear ones died for a reason.
“She died for a reason.” Now, what is a good reason to die? She wasn’t the kind who’d prefer death to life if you’d ask her. She probably didn’t think she’d actually die. Soldiers, too, never think they may die, do they? Right, she wasn’t a soldier.
“She was a mother, a sister, a friend, an animal lover, a Salsa dancer, a teacher, a neighbor, a late sleeper, an optimist.” It’s getting out of hand. I’ll take a different angle.
“Beloved by family, friends and animals.” It sounds nice, but her husband left her. So he didn’t love her, but he’s family. Or maybe he loves her in his egotistical way, but is he family after splitting up? She loved him, I know that much. I still ask myself why. I was there, wasn’t I?
“She was unique, lovable, passionate, irresistible.” She deserves more.
“She believed in life.” She’s dead.
“What will we do without you?”
I don’t know.