I'm not arguing that what the garage ownesr did wasn't hurtful for the relatives and that those left behind don't need a place to convene, pray and remember. I like walking cemeteries because my mind then begins to wander/wonder about who those people might have been that are now slowly turning into earth and dust (a process I don't find gross).
But doesn't all that mean that we, the surviving, are essentially doing it for ourselves?
There seems to be no culture that does not care about its dead. Yet if there is an afterlife, shouldn't it be a cause for relief and celebration? Somehow, there seems through all religion a nagging doubt that this world might after all be the best thing that we are leaving behind.