I’m forever reading about how this person or that person who’s just died was a really wonderful, loving person and they were generous, caring, upright members of the community who'll be sorely missed! Why were they never mean, nasty buggers that deserved to die?
I once read in a local South Yorkshire newspaper about a “warm, loving, generous man” who’d just been murdered. They forgot to mention that he was a heroin addict, serial shoplifter, mugger and had been beaten to death by his shoplifting mates after ‘grassing’ on them all…
The evening before he was killed he'd been arrested by me yet again, and he'd threatened to set fire to my car and home in retaliation, adding even more charges to his criminal record. Not only was he a villain that made many people's lives a misery but he was also a violent thug. All of the local shopkeepers were celebrating the news of his demise and ringing me to share the news - but I already knew as I'd been tarred with his brush and officially questioned in case I had anything to do with his murder (I didn't 
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Despite his extensive criminal record and reign of terror the local papers still ran stories about how sad his death was and quotes from relatives and friends about what a saintly person he was. The papers didn't print any quotes from the police or his victims...
The same is happening in Dorset papers and news sites. Only good people die, no matter whether they were winos, drug dealers, burglars, etc, etc. We only hear how they were wonderful sons/daughters/wives/husbands and will be missed!
Just once I’d like people and newspapers to be honest – not all dead people were saints, some of them were real villains and the world is a better place without them!
