Life gives us the opportunity to build elaborate facades of our lives, edit the narrative, and carefully curate the persona we want others to see. We can address bad PR or gossip and manage our reputation. We also line up many secrets with the hope to take them with us to the other side. However, the grave is not a vault. It’s a spotlight. Death dissolves every pretence. It lays bare the absolute truth of one’s deeds while alive.
In the silence, the whispers start. The hidden acts of kindness or cruelty, the true nature of character all get poured out into the light. Who one claimed to be is forgotten, who one was becomes public legacy. No chance to defend oneself. The only verdict that matters is the one written by the life actually lived. 
