There’s been alot of death in the media, recently. Having lost people I loved dearly I find it difficult to laugh at the jokes of Michael Jackson’s death. Sure, he might have lived a life to a tune that might have been a little different to ours but for me death deserves a little peace, and some dignity.

It was a little jarring to have twitter explode with Michael Jackson hate, with little jibes and mocking messages. Where was the respect, you know? What was it about his death that caused these mini messages of hate? There wasn’t any anti-mj tweets last week. Dealing with death is difficult enough, I think, without having to hear that the departed didn’t live up to someone else’s standards.

The other day I watched a women a little younger than me die in Iran, from a gunshot wound on youtube. And I felt horrible for her, that her death was being used as entertainment, or as a bargaining piece in a political struggle. That was being used to demonstrate ‘how it is’ in Iran right now.

Death deserves more than that, I think.

So yes, while I understand that perhaps mean and horrible jokes are your way of dealing with death, and that everyone is entitled to their opinion, I will delete the nasty viral emails that arrive in my inbox. I will ignore the nasty tweets, and hide the bad taste jokes that appear in my facebook feed.

I will respect that Neda Agha Soltan died protesting for what she believed in, but I’m sorry her death is being used to hype the media.

Death deserves more. Perhaps a moment of respect, acknowledgement that they lived, like we do. I think that in a world that is this convoluted with hate, a little love and a little respect would go a long way.