People are going to die and the living are going to mythologize their lives. People suddenly become more peculiar to us once they’re dead. I don’t think there’s any way around this fact. It’s even more intriguing to us when it’s someone who died with so much unreached potential. And I don’t think art that explores this is suggesting that we should do this, simply that we do. How well do we know others, or how well can we know others? How well do we, or can we, know ourselves? This is brought up in the article, “What is a self?” And also brought up in the article, the fact that the living project their own pathologies on the dead. I think it has less to do with gender politics and more to do with our repressed feelings about dying.