A great uncle died today...

Just a week ago, my uncle was laid to rest. For a while, he's been suffering from an illness that has been giving him excruciating amounts of pain throughout the weeks, until finally, he died. It was as depressing as I thought it would be. Well, I wasn't THAT sad over it. I was afraid of going to see him for a while, wondering how he'd look while under the pain he had suffered. When I saw him in that coffin, he looked normal, nothing like I was thinking. Just a bit old, but that's to be expected. This guy has been around for a while. While I was at that funeral, I never really thought much of how kind he was back in the day. How he took me and my family in when we went homeless for a whole month. I felt bad at hearing that. This guy put up with us for a whole month and I had nothing to show for it aside from a bored expression and a blank stare. When I word it that way, it's kinda heart-breaking actually, but not with what I'm about to say next. When I heard the speech, which pretty much amounted to candy coating the fact he was dead and that 'he is now standing at the doorstep to heaven', I was absolutely insulted. This said absolutely nothing about how he was before he died. If you knew how awesome he was. This man worked his ass off to obtain all the stuff he had. As a testament to this, he had a home theater built downstairs in his basement. Leather and cotton chairs complete with cup holders and two rows of 3 to 2 chairs, elevated for visibility, a widescreen TV, a surround sound speaker set up BUILT IN HIS WALLS, and lights that he can dim with sliders next to them. All of this on top of having to take care of his own family. This was not earned easily. He must've literally worked until the break of dawn to earn everything he had, on top of having a loving wife and child who looked forward to being with him each and every day. And what does it get him in the end? An illness that sends him to death. That is absolute bullshit. This man deserved much more in life than he ever had. He didn't deserve death yet. I'll miss him forever. He was my inspiration. I think a lot of us will miss him, honestly. Especially my mom. She had to live with him most her entire life. But the most heartbreaking thing is seeing my niece run out of the room, crying. I am at a complete loss for words on what to say. So I think I'll just end it here. Maybe I don't deserve to speak for the guy, but I probably would've done a better job than that asshole up on the podium.