Mark Charlton’s sign in this says it all.
He also says:
“So here’s my tuppence…
Not speaking ill of the dead is a throwback to an age of superstitions. I respect the dead by speaking of them in death as I did in life.
Dying isn’t special. We will all do it. Dying, seven years past the national life expectancy, pampered on hand and foot in a five-star hotel, is no tragedy.
If her family had wanted dignity they should have had a private funeral, instead of allowing the current tory government to spend 10m of tax payers money on the pomp and circumstance of an entirely inappropriate state funeral, all in the frenzied cause of using her death as a propaganda vehicle for their ongoing thatcherite policies.
Slipping off the mortal coil does not bestow upon you the respect which you so palpably failed to show vast swathes of the population, you selfish racist homophobic milk snatcher. The ten million pounds could have bought everybody in Scotland their own spade, so they could have dug a massive pit and personally delivered her into the hands of Satan.”