I was reading the "lite" Sunday magazine that comes with the paper, sitting at the table with my father, when I saw this:

"That's disgusting," I said, showing it to my father.
"You know what's even more disgusting?" he asked.
"People will buy it," we said together.
And then I turned the page:

To my mind, these ads aren't exploiting people's grief so much as exploiting people's need to have the appearance of grief. They are evidence of the dirty side of this culture, and we should not hide them, or pretend they don't exist, but look at them face on and realize there is something very wrong when people sell tragedy like this.

"That's disgusting," I said, showing it to my father.
"You know what's even more disgusting?" he asked.
"People will buy it," we said together.
And then I turned the page:

To my mind, these ads aren't exploiting people's grief so much as exploiting people's need to have the appearance of grief. They are evidence of the dirty side of this culture, and we should not hide them, or pretend they don't exist, but look at them face on and realize there is something very wrong when people sell tragedy like this.