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Dan Harmon had this mystical concept that upon death, if you could wish any human in the world to have your poop in their pants, it would immediately rectify people having no social conscience. And game theory would ensue. Major players would have all the poop, so don't waste your poop death wish.

One of the very great hints that hatred comes from fear is that we ease off on how brutal we are to the dead—maybe not out of reverence, CERTAINLY not out of respect. Just out of the understanding that wherever they end up after this, they can't hurt us or our people anymore.

Grief is still the more effective tool. Lindsay lived his entire life denying himself the most effective tools. And humor. A loveless creature who thought morality was formed in self-denial and tried to save others by enforcing conformity on them, too Suffering all the way down. Now? He's free.

Someone on Twitter once said that speaking ill of the dead meant not bringing up your aunt's drinking problem. I say we don't bring up Graham's small personal vices, but we'll damn well roast him for enabling a fascist.