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I've been saying this all day. Widdicombe was a vile human being. Her apparent murder makes her no less vile. Irma Grese was "young" and "pretty". She was still a monster.

It's always funny watching Tories mount another attack on the moral high-ground.

Yeah if they are bad people alive then just because they pass away doesn't take that away

You'll have noticed these 'nil nisi bonum' larks are the same ones who go "how can you say that? They're still alive. They might hear you". Anyway, my argument to these lads is that I'm not speaking ill of the dead as such: I'm speaking ill of YOU, by mocking the dead evil person you like.

Absolutely true.

unimprovable satire. So Bluesky it hurts.

Why aren’t we allowed to speak ill of the dead? Explain it to me like I’m 5 and neurotypical.

Easy to “be kind” and speak nicely about people we like and agree with Maybe a better test is how we treat and speak of the people we don’t like or agree with

one less brexiter

bsky.app/profile/jack... @robinince.bsky.social I think this should be the rule, see the replied to post.

There is clearly a line somewhere because those same people will speak ill of Saville or Hitler

Let us honour if we can, the vertical Anne; Though we value none, but the horizontal one.

Speak ill of them just before you kill them? Seems like the logical solution.

Thoughts and prayers to @jeremyandstormon5.bsky.social at this difficult time. 😂 Unfortunately they've got a queue of equally vile and morally despicable people to call on.

‘Larger than life’ for some is ‘wanky’ for others

Then I’d like to take this opportunity to recommend a podcast called Respect The Dead because they pick the worst people you can think of and give them the opposite of respect.

you don’t speak ill of aunt tilly’s “special medicine” you do speak ill of rigor tortoise’s decades-long crusade to destroy american democracy

Yup. Same with the old (excluding those with failing cognitive function). Just ‘cos you’re old (or dead), it doesn’t mean you ain’t a cunt.

"But she was nice to animals."😱

Guessing in response to today's news? Well said.

If you can't speak ill of someone when they're alive for fear of libel, and can't speak ill of someone when they die because it's rude, then when can you speak ill of someone? When you have a broadsheet column?

Looking just at comedians, Tony Hancock - tragically- 44 (pills and vodka), Eric Morecambe 58, Sid James 62 and Tommy Cooper 63 - both heart attacks on stage. The one that really gets me is Yootha Joyce. Drank herself to death at 53.

I don't, mostly. But a wrong one alive or dead is still a wrong one. I've no problem at all.

youtu.be/T0X-dCNUxTY?...

If you wish instead to commemorate the passing of someone who lived a long life well, with determination and adventure and joy, we lost Wally Funk on Wednesday www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026...

I am disgusted those to find people sneering at this horrible horrible horrible person because she was fat and ugly. That is not the point and it is simple misogyny. People need to damn well do better. All I hear when they talk about her being ugly is the sniggering of the bullies at school.

Personally, I’ve concluded It’s probably best to sit this one out.

Very timely.

I won't speak ill of the dead but only last week I thought about Anne Widdicombe and ruminated on what a despicable stain on UK politics she was. Funny how things pan out

Totally agree. I've written several times here that I really don't care how she died. She's not worthy of that level of respect from me, a member of a community she tried her utmost to wipe out.

"Don't speak ill of the dead" isn't some strict universal rule, you dope. It's just what your mother said when you criticized grandma's dry cookies at her funeral.

While I agree, I also want their memory to fade instantly, I'll speak ill of the dead once and then pretend I've never heard of them, sometimes I'll postpone it if feds are listening like they were after barley jerk fell over or whatever

I just stop mentioning them. Let them properly die and the memory of them fade away into the, "Who? Oh yeah, forgot about her" section of the social brain.

In unrelated news, I'd call Ann Widdecombe a cunt but she lacked the warmth and depth.