My best friend died from alcoholism. People at his funeral viciously judged his life and his death. With their compassionless words they attacked his dead body, seeked to sentence his soul. These people were demeaningly searching for their own victory in someone else's failure, pride in someone else's misery, sense of superiority in someone else's helplessness.
I imagined of a cut off society, where death from alcoholism was celebrated, where it was seen as the highest form of death. Where the dead was considered a deity and worshipped.
But since I wasn't living in my imaginary alkie worshipping society I decided to quit drinking. A couple of days later, scrolling through my phone I found a picture of my dead friend and I poured two glasses of whiskey, in his memory, one for me and one for him and drank both the glasses.
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