People. Really.
Still a little burned about the guy I talked to at work today. I was working on a "so-and-so, noted whatsis, has died" story for the paper. Elderly gent, we've been on ready with this for a week or so now since we heard he was in steep decline; another writer got most of the piece ready, all I had to do was fill in the particulars and phone around for some fresher quotes. A little tricky, as most of his allies and enemies from back in the day have preceded him off this mortal coil.
Which brings me to the guy who, when asked for a quote, just SLAMMED my guy. Who, it bears repeating, is now dead. And you're not, so whatever the feuding was about back in the day, doesn't it behoove one to be gracious in victory, so to speak? He slammed him politely enough, didn't chew my ear off or anything to be sure, but still. Stay classy there, dude.
Which brings me to the guy who, when asked for a quote, just SLAMMED my guy. Who, it bears repeating, is now dead. And you're not, so whatever the feuding was about back in the day, doesn't it behoove one to be gracious in victory, so to speak? He slammed him politely enough, didn't chew my ear off or anything to be sure, but still. Stay classy there, dude.