A once meaningful person can walk around being insignificant and nobody notices. Yet, postmortem everything suddenly means more than it was. The ghost hangs around silently screaming  “FUCK YOU FOR NOT ALLOWING YOURSELF TO NOTICE WHILE I WAS STILL CONVERTING OXYGEN TO CO2 but please let your bereavement serve to make YOU interesting and your flaws not only excusable but appropriate as well – so GLAD I could help!”  This unheard rant is even less meaningful than all of the obvious but unheard pleas before. Even self-defeating do-it-yourselfers have uncredited assistants proclaiming “I never saw it coming. Such a happy person,” with the gall to pity themselves for their tragic loss.