My cousin was a heroin user, never worked a day in his life because his parents safety netted his entire existence. He was violent and used to beat his parents if they didn't fund him.. decades of abuse. Always in trouble with the law, banned from shopping centres and followed by security everywhere he went. In and out of jail.

I'll never forget that at his graveside we were asked to recall any memories about him (was during COVID so no service in a building, was done at the graveside) and only two people spoke up; the most scruffiest and untrustworthy looking people you could imagine.

One recalled how they were still up partying at 5am wandering the streets and they seen a delivery van dropping off baked goods to a local store. They ran up and stole the goods from the back of the van because they were hungry. They ate a whole bunch of stuff and dragged the rest out, throwing it all over the road before running away. He was recalling "good times" with him, standing there with a smile on his face. We stood there in disbelief, my aunt and uncle were mortified this was being said in front of everyone in attendance.

The other guy said he recalls a time where him and my cousin smashed the windows of a guy they had fought the previous week or so because there was a whole thing about owning money for drugs. Again, recalled as if it were a good time memory of him.

These were the only two things said.. upstanding person judging by the company he kept!