This struck a chord with me because, as I have shared before, I and some of my siblings were beat daily and brutally for our 18 year stint at home. When my alcoholic father died after a few years of sobriety, his funeral was packed with people that just loved him. They were crying and carrying on and wishing me well. I was astonished, I viewed him, correctly, as a monster. I didn't know that no one else knew. The whole time I wanted to stand up in church and tell them all! But of course I didn't. We had reconciled years earlier due to my beliefs alone, but he could have cared less. He just thought he had won and I was being nice.
I'm not advocating anyone do this type of obituary, but it's amazing the lengths others like the newspaper and other media pundits will go to to participate in the charade and not recognize the reality of abuse and it's long term affects.