IF ONLY MORE PEOPLE HEEDED this simple message. (perhaps they just don't get it . . don't want to get it and will remain bitter and twisted till death too silences their loose lips. )
'Daughters of Erebus' by the thankfully-late Paul Holmes: how unutterably primitive callow tactless
crass and unkind to dance on the grave of anyone. . . however despised that corpse might be.
p.s. my bold