As a rule, I am not going to change my opinion of someone because he's dead or dying.
I've caught lots of grief in the real world for this. That is, until I point out the way those people felt about the same person. A piece of shit in life is still a piece of shit in death.
I feel that once a black fella has referred to white foks as "honky paleface devil white-trash cracker redneck Caspers," he's abdicated the right to get upset about the "N" word. But that's just me. -- Jim Goad