Kind of hard to comment on you since for as long as I've known you, you have conducted yourself exactly as I expect to see or hear from a Sergeant Major.
ALTHOUGH ... if you want some half-ass comment, I DO recall you posting something once that made my brain do a back flip. You play video games on the internet? So I'm picturing in my mind this Sergeant Major, decked out in deuce gear, compass and K-Bar strapped to his harness, shotgun slung over the shoulder, ten penny cigar stub clamped firmly between his teeth ... hunched over his keyboard blowing up virtual tanks
I don't get the "dead" thing. If we were half as nice to people while they were still alive as after they die we wouldn't need armies.
I'm abrasive and piss people off and I know it. I actually don't do it on purpose usually. I just have this thing about pretending to be someone I'm not. So when I kick the bucket, I don't want a bunch of people making out like I walked on water and turned it into wine and if I find one "RIP" after my damned name I swear I'll come back and rip someone's lungs out.
I realize it shocks people to hear me say it, but I am not some miserable old fuck that hates everything, regardless how I come across. I've had a blast for most of my life, minus a hiccup here and there. So no need to feel sorry for me. Odds are good I'll go out doing something I shouldn't be and have fun doing it, and that's as it should be. Have a party. Smoke 'em if you got 'em and if you still drink have a shot a Jack. None of that whiny-ass shit. And if you don't like me? I don't want anything after I'm dead I never got in life so pretend on your own time.
Celebrate the life instead of carrying on about YOUR loss.