It seems insignificant and understated to say how poignant this is... because it shouldn't even be an issue, that some death we condemn, and others we don't. Or that there is even a "prerequisite" for what constitutes as someone being worthy. Also made me think of the way we can not want to face our prejudices, because "I can care about multiple things at once", but is there more care we put into one over another and we don't quite realize or address? Do we resort to "well there's nothing I can do" and distance ourselves because it's uncomfortable? The "dignified death" hit me.