The Games for the Dead

Well, my grandfather died recently and the incident has shown me a characteristic of people that I had not noticed earlier.
We are scared of death. This is very evident in the WAY we treat the dead. We have elaborate funerals and a whole lot of rituals. One ritual involves "feeding" the dead things they liked to eat when they were alive. The ridiculous thing is that my grandfather was never a fan of food. He would eat almost anything that was given to him. He was a man with little desires. He never cared about people remembering him after his death. All he cared about was his family. He always wanted to have a simple funeral, with very little fuss so that his family would not be troubled by his death.

Alas, this was not to be. We, the living, thought that the dead man didn't know of what it was to be dead. We thought that we knew more about how to treat the dead than he did. The funeral was as elaborate as ever. The rituals still continue, and somewhere in the heavens, my grandfather is looking on disapprovingly, preparing to reprimand us when we meet him.