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Eulogy<br />
HARVEY SILVERMAN<br />
“Optimistic.”<br />
The rabbi’s eulogy was boilerplate. The subject’s name was<br />
inserted but otherwise the comments were recited by rote with a<br />
delivery that lacked any sense of kindness, sympathy, or caring.<br />
Well, the departed had not been a member of the synagogue,<br />
the only one in the small city in which he had lived for nearly<br />
half a century. He may never have met the rabbi. What the rabbi<br />
knew of the late gentleman for whom the eulogy was being given<br />
had come from a conversation with the deceased’s older brother<br />
who similarly was not a member of the synagogue. Perhaps<br />
boilerplate was all that one could expect.<br />
The small sanctuary was filled. The seats were occupied by<br />
family, friends, acquaintances, customers. All sat quietly as the<br />
rabbi continued a description that applied to any generic dead<br />
person. When he described the departed as optimistic I could<br />
not help but figuratively shake my head and think to myself, “No,<br />
you asshole, David was a lot of things but he was not optimistic.”<br />
I was disappointed. But understandable, I supposed. Here<br />
the rabbi had to go through the required steps for somebody he<br />
did not know, somebody who had never supported his<br />
congregation or his synagogue. The rabbi was human. Perhaps<br />
he was resentful. Perhaps one could not expect even feigned<br />
compassion.<br />
David’s brother followed with his own eulogy, then a cousin,<br />
finally a nephew. Each was dull, a mere recitation of facts,<br />
humorless, hardly a celebration of the man’s life. Later that day<br />
his brother told me that had he been certain I would attend (I<br />
had flown 1500 miles to get there) he would have asked me to<br />
speak.<br />
I wish that he had.<br />
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