Buried Forever

From good taste more than consideration of pointlessness, we solemnly move on, refraining from digging up the past to perform a proper scientific evaluation, interview, and psychological examination of participants so all motives and hopes can be summarily expressed and transcribed.

In the absence of an official proceeding, each person creates their own selfish narrative using projections and suspicions seeded in frail insecurity that transform the unresolved into misrepresentations to fit the spurious needs of the moment.

This is bad taste par excellence, and why we try to refrain from disinterring the beautiful past, which was perfect until the dug up corpse is posed into comical horror for an attempted reanimation, which always fails.