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Things like this are signs that a culture is sick.
We don't know to grieve. We buy it. We buy grief.
A culture with zero authenticity.
If you buy this book they should send you a bunch of those big funny wax lips we used to put in our mouths when we were kids.
I picture a funeral with all these mourners in black standing around the open grave, wearing those big clownish fake wax lips and reciting these poems of their commodified grief. They would slur the words and sound creepy because of the wax lips.
They would pass the book around and read from it, with some of them saying "Hey, this one looks pretty good, here..."
And when they had all recited, the last guy could say, "What should I do with it now?" (meaning the book). And the others would indicate he should toss it down into the grave. Which he would do.
Somebody put that in a movie.
And how condescending is the following, which also made me laugh out loud...
"Do you also receive emotional support?
Yes! We also have a busy bereavement forum with plenty of virtual shoulders to cry on."
I think Dante just drew a tenth circle inside the innermost one for the publisher of this.
The things schmucks do with public domain works!
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I can see it: Mourning Dew, A Boutique for Grief. I just wish somebody would market a product that would have your feelings for you.
We're almost there, Joe.
I think Margaret Atwood kind of drew this picture in The Handmaiden's Tale.
Just extrapolate from that, and assume rich people will have "grief slaves."
The widow can point at the dead husband and look sternly at the "grief handmaiden" and say "Wail, slave!" And "More keening, less talking!"
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